I find it hard to express happines… My tongue trips in unfamiliarity Whiskey calms that Drunk straight but mixed so heavil… With friendship and company
Coffee is something of a ritual Standing tall, I repeat the mantr… “Flat White Please” Sometimes to go but best to stay As I sit and stare at your eyes
Time passes, And our each allocated space and s… relative to the rhythm of lives being lived alongside ours. Strength and sinews fade with sick…
It’s not a childish joy It’s a thoughtful one Bubbles! The enunciation of which Troubles the mouth
An image of foul fancy plagues me. A crowded desert of concrete; I see it all through artificial ey… Argus, though none sleep now. No… Wild eyed, we speak silence and
The glint on your braces as the su… Them was not enough to make me fro… Gladly I’d sear my corneas to see… I didn’t even mind when my lips go… And when they did and they bled I…
Listening to the gale blow, I recall the banshee of memory, Spectres of what was haunt my thoughts, And I recall the pain,
Would a grand gesture change your… I endeavour to treat you kind, I dream of the love you will find, But do you even read of my agonies… Are you aware of my poor hidden ec…
I spy a wrapper on the floor A small thing, hardly a major chor… And yet, no - it shall remain and cause strife and no small pain… It’s just a wrapper - but who’s?
In the midst of unimaginable faith surrounded by unattainable wealth I have eyes only for the light dancing through the stained glass do we not live only to discover be…
A strange thought in actuality two aluminium cans in a bin mass produced liquid in throw away… can somehow represent us, you and… filled with hope and yearning to b…
A table, covered in bills and book… A bowl of cereal scattered cables And mugs of tea, coffee and I’m out of orange juice Missing screws and balancing badly
A moth asks Do we know what it is To actually love? As it gets swatted at I can’t remember what it was like…
It would seem I am stuck With a seething mind. So I see three roles before me; Would that I could - I feel that I should,
There are those So full of life that Even my cynicism cannot be matched You are such, and
