(2013)
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
No words of wisdom. No clever rhymes. Not this day. Something heavy weighs me down.
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.
For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails
A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.
I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…
I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
Are you the one I have no words f… Are you the one who seeks the space between these lines? I used to think I’d know you inst… Now I don’t know anything at all.
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
You play your cards so well. Looks like you’ve had a lot of pra… You seem to have a thorough grasp of all the rules of the game. As you cover every angle,
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.