gone are the days of conversation erudite chats of things that confu… spanners thrown into confabulation tirades minus words just bemuse its a sad sorry state of affairs

Whose needs do I serve When I’m kneeling in the dirt And my brow is wet with misery Bled from the grind of dawn to dus… Whose needs do I serve

You sit on my knee Wriggling like a serpent Contorting like a gymnast Like a buttered chimp Head butting my lips

two eyes peeled and on you all the… this bespoke majesty of hurried ga… sanctity comes at the cost of one… the periscope of nosiness comes an… a black two dimensional picture is…

marry him because you love him not just to add some cadence to your name not because you own

and she said to me I’m dating a black man now, and I bet you really hate that, do… I said, probably not as much as he… am I missing something here?

I follow us around the house Singing, laughing and dancing Tepid images from a yesterday The ghost of the way we were The magnetic draw of the others ey…

honour thy heart and live in light so dark the sky from which I fall… too much cruelty that fuses deligh… to a circumstance of love lost to… assist my aim and gracious attempt…

the cobbled streets of my home tow… a childhood rained on by a salacio… this town was once a dickensian sn… not much changed from the seventie… now this place has lost its heart,…

how can I make you see that you are still the one, and that your name is still proudl… on the frosty pane of my windowed… how can I make you see