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

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

I measure time By whom I love Spells and stints And long eras It all passes

Syllables swim through your texts Perhaps not for you but I feel The rhythm, the pull, the give Back and forth and The pause.

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…

How strange; I was told to remove… Out of what I write, to move my f… To turn what I had seen from my s… To that of the same seen object it… Funny; guess what I found in it’s…

Its almost too cliché a broken heart shaped necklace shattered glass in the corner with a naked wire frame But I can imagine

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…

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.

I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage

What, God fearing? I do not fear… For if God is loving as is so sai… He should not be wielding the divi… And if he does, unto all those poo… He cannot be just nor properly fee…