(2015)
Impossibly big things are born from the infinitely small. This symmetry exists throughout all levels in the universe, including love and emotions.
Toys of war bought willingly by those who wish to be part of something
There, in glistening half-light a spider feels the dawn languid flies forget they’re born life loses a fight A newly unfurled a petal
Love is a secret word whispered between dirty fights found under the covers of moonligh… tight into ears from lips to soul
Striding with purpose I pass the perfume “No thanks” past glitter doll eyes and boxes to die for
Oh the grand of Duke of York, he had ten thousand men, he sent them out to fight on a hil… while he sat back drinking gin. And when they were happy they were…
It’s three in the morning and my v… I see life as a stage and the danc… The sets and the clothes are desig… Or we’d crawl on our bellies and e… Life is a dance,
Silence but for the ebb and flow of echos in a stilling mind reaching for a pause
We dream of nothing sleepwalk to the end speak to no-one only pretend In front of my eyes is a picture
Write your name on the next bomb.… Wish for a child to hit. A hummingbird pipsqueak heart stop… A punch like a holy fist. Hold a used shell to your child’s…
This morning’s focus is lost in my head This morning’s traffic made another one dead This morning’s talking points
Let the children sleep, so the world is eroded before our eyes alone by the anger, famine, bomb and war… of the bean-counting machines.
Just don’t forget me, I’ll do anything, cover myself in jelly, If it’ll keep me on your telly. I won’t talk about babies in bunke…
This women is the ocean, this women is the sea this women whose wobbles mean so much to me We could sail away forever
And to the next debarkle, Thunder gone minds, Sparkle, in the breeze of this midweek nigh… Nothing special to say,
I sent you a form, you sent it back, not enough paperwork, the wrong kind of tax. I send you a message,