I know your nightmare; nothing is… In life you linger, lost in dreams… You project pain far, poison what… All betray your best, banish what… So, wounded within, who can lift t…
I don’t want to have to say it Online, through text And certainly not phone. I want to swallow my fear, To say my piece,
I am no word-smith I am the anvil Beaten with a hard And heated hammer Scolded by others’
Socks have a good life. They spend their days on separate feet complimenting one another yet not pressed together;
walking in the rain past the irresponsible road works watch the oil trickle away colours dancing away always away from me
You’d think it was magic the way You can’t make time What do I do then? Do I dance naked under the moon In blood rituals or some such beca…
Blossom blew off the tree And there goes life I thought As I walked my dog and he limped… And tried to muster a small shower At every lamp post and tree
The tactile brush of pages across… Trace memories and images of thing… I hold here in my hand a collectio… Concentrated emotion holding more… Another, and I can cry again at t…
Beat your chest then Bellow and threaten Gnash your fearsome, Perfect teeth You, brute
On the cold mornings Or days when washing hangs in my r… My window glazes and there are thr… I don’t clear them I wonder if the larger are mine, a…
Come now, don’t tell me to shine l… It’s cliché for one, and false for… Must I really quote the dictionar… Yes I will be 'that guy’. Is it so bad I like to be correct…
I can see the water vapour rising steam is invisible the bit between warm gold and
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…
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…
Staring at your lips And trust me, I try not to but better than watching the sway of y… I wonder; why didn’t I feel this… I consider it while I walk into t…