Flickering uncertainly but still certainly flickering our candle dripped we had trays of wax time and trauma saw to that

walking in the rain past the irresponsible road works watch the oil trickle away colours dancing away always away from me

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

Soaked pebbles and tip toeing pede… Train stations, cold bricks and co… standing in the platform Smiling at beauty sometimes smilin… I’d read Nietzsche and Kafka and…

The flower in your hair Was a bit worse for wear the petals that remained Looked rather drained. Even the stalk was crushed.

Once a week was just right? Greasy, slippery with fat Forever too much but right regardl… And you’d finish me in the morning I was your takeaway.

Stood in the dark stopped on the pavement beneath th… that I can’t see but I know is th… because I can smell it. looking at the lights on the lake…

'Bred to a harder thing than trium… Failure then? That I can do! With a glint in my eye and a smile… I can hold back the inadequacy

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…

Staring out the office window at the office window across a butterfly flit through a small gap in the window immediately regretting the decisio…

I can see the water vapour rising steam is invisible the bit between warm gold and