How hard is it to write in formal… In sonnet form with proper metre? A few short words written in rever… A rhythm that must not be let pete… And a story, usually of love

Wandering from point to point And stretching our legs We do what we do And we lay our eggs But no matter how large

'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

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

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

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 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…

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

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…

Let it go? Stop holding on? Do you see my hands grasping someo… If only it were so simple, I’d let go by mere principle! I was told, like two spent swimmer…

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

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…

Beat your chest then Bellow and threaten Gnash your fearsome, Perfect teeth You, brute