Syllables swim through your texts Perhaps not for you but I feel The rhythm, the pull, the give Back and forth and The pause.
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 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 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…
Flickering uncertainly but still certainly flickering our candle dripped we had trays of wax time and trauma saw to that
These scattered trees mean a lot t… And so often I think that here I’… Many years ago I sent a message Or two. On how I’d explore your f… Teenage fantasy written in bliss m…
Ah! So now I take requests Apparently. You, sure and certain state the im… Of male genetalia in poetry!
I’ve seen others dumped Cast off and forgotten With sweet rotting I’ve seen them decompose Into sweet liquor as people
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,
I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage
Its almost too cliché a broken heart shaped necklace shattered glass in the corner with a naked wire frame But I can imagine
It’s been said that I’d love a shadow If it smiled at me. I smile and agree: Talking to people
I saw you earlier and you looked So stressed if I’m honest about t… But I wonder, did I make the righ… I spoke to you once (and I was ho… With quick fantasy (of worn out be…
The flower in your hair Was a bit worse for wear the petals that remained Looked rather drained. Even the stalk was crushed.
Come now! I speak only in jest, I am a fine fool, bred for courtli… Flinging knives at my head And catching them in my teeth. It’s why I can speak daggers,
