Ever had this feeling before?
I stare down the broken surface of the mad hatter’s tea cup, the symbols stained on his trigger… grasshoppers, cranked back to laun… their ravaging plague onto me;
What is it you see Through that veil between your eye… Do you see flowers? A palette of emotional passion? Or perhaps you feel the breeze
I like the look of autumn leaves On cold wintery steps Fragile in their beauty. Wilting in their vulnerability Easy to crush if not careful.
A bicycle, I see submerged in wat… Its spokes suffocating, waiting fo… What roads it must have taken? A… It is destined to lie in that swam… A slumbering relic of a past memor…
The stillness of a lake thin layers of icing cake, mmm food, no focus! Concreted coldness of icy pain that is why I’m here.
The great bird has fallen, plummeting towards Eden. Like Icarus before, it casts a shadow that suffocates those underneath it.
A symphony of the selfish thoughts… Thoughts that were once so clever… now overpowered by the clatter and… Far from mine. Perhaps I was thinking of an emot…
Wading in a pond of emotions not knowing how to swim with an instrument he has no control over, the fisherman skinny dips the surf…
Gnashing razors foamed at the neck tearing flesh from the innocent, the boy cried wolf, red graffiti o… no one listens.
You are looking down at a river That runs off into a horizon Thinking of what we feel seems to… With someone. But there is something you must re…
The fuse of your time bomb fizzes, juices flowing escorting cancerous puss through your honeycombed pores sealed scabs like plugholes
I took the small words on paper in… and watched them implode around me first its edges, gently my fingers pressing down to submer… the center full of water
Shadowed by an over-arching banana… a constant reminder of my failures I sit on a lonely island, a castaway of broken dreams success seven lucky seas away.
I am circulating perpetually on the way round. I hope this is not the u-bend of t… that takes us from where we are go… not, forever bound.
To soothe my cluttered imagination, I’d take a bath in a Japanese hot-spring, next to a fair medieval maiden, dressed in the style of a western, whispering stories of the Dream-time, d...
