(2015)
Dutch tears (or Prince Rupert's drops) are an interesting curiosity. Quenched drops of molten glass, they can be hit with a hammer, but snap the top off them and they explode in shards of glass due to the release of forces locked inside.
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Oh! It’s late again caught the last train woke up to the fields to walk with my night friends I’ll teach the moon to eclipse
30,000ft life support this thin walled impro-bubble Moulded curves sealed in air, buckled to chair
I thought I was dreaming when the midnight sun rose like a ringtone in the silence of my night in this small universe
We dream of nothing sleepwalk to the end speak to no-one only pretend In front of my eyes is a picture
Time is up time to senesce green usefulness sucked out left to hang our unburdened colour shines
Vanquished, the night slides from… those cruel games over. In the thin sliver of winter warm this unkempt heir rose, clung close by the odour of night-…
I am inside by the window Outside it is snowing the dormant grass pales as the icy… of a million frozen raindrops attempt their silent smothering.
Stop being so still inanimate objects move to my will
There was a dandy from Whittling who ate 3,000 peas in one sitting He finished and said “oh Dear” what a terrible idea and forever and a day he’s been si…
Speak softly in the night for shadows cast in these inverse… frost the flowers in the soul Do not allow phantom predatory circular thought…
The first gasp of potent air taken in, shocks and awes innocence.
Striding with purpose I pass the perfume “No thanks” past glitter doll eyes and boxes to die for
Life This dot to dot beeb-bop melee of mish-mashed memories
For one endless song they dance. Shoes, clothes, kicked off to the night
Love is a secret word whispered between dirty fights found under the covers of moonligh… tight into ears from lips to soul