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

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…

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 have a drawer I’m afraid to use dust gathers on it, the entire stretch of carpet around it is preserved

I dreamt, vivid, I asked your han… conscious uncaring we whirl togeth… Is it too much to ask for such a c… I know I have asked, and you said… But it’s not easy to drop affectio…

I craft torn worlds immeasurable, Glades of hilly plains over the mo… Mere dreamed memories shape fantas… And! Points unfinished; begun wrong. A…

tin can heat and toucan crossings mechanics smoking questionables with loud mouthed customers blocki… the route past the non-corner shop rusting solar solutions flat tired…

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

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

Never judge a book by it’s cover? Want me to bow to your proverbial… Keep spitting your self satisfied… I’ll judge a book by it’s cover I’ll gaze at the wrinkled spine