(2015)
Would a grand gesture change your… I endeavour to treat you kind, I dream of the love you will find, But do you even read of my agonies… Are you aware of my poor hidden ec…
Staring out the office window at the office window across a butterfly flit through a small gap in the window immediately regretting the decisio…
I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage
Flickering uncertainly but still certainly flickering our candle dripped we had trays of wax time and trauma saw to that
Through trouble taken, and confidence shaken, through stress and pain, hard work yet little gain, I have fret endlessly.
tin can heat and toucan crossings mechanics smoking questionables with loud mouthed customers blocki… the route past the non-corner shop rusting solar solutions flat tired…
Socks have a good life. They spend their days on separate feet complimenting one another yet not pressed together;
I’m going nowhere but So what? I’m in no hurry But God I wish I was I push so hard for love
We all take joy In jokes and tricks yes? And I have less to take joy in Elsewhere As I’ve friends, as long as I’m u…
Hand presses hand, Chains of carbon courting Through nuclear repellence, Processing synaptic lightning: synthesised ecstasy flickers wildl…
There are those So full of life that Even my cynicism cannot be matched You are such, and
Wings of wax and feathers plucked From your breast (not literal, min… But it sure felt like I was flyin… We’d laugh and you’d call me Icar… Always in danger of being
It’s not a childish joy It’s a thoughtful one Bubbles! The enunciation of which Troubles the mouth
The flower in your hair Was a bit worse for wear the petals that remained Looked rather drained. Even the stalk was crushed.
I am no word-smith I am the anvil Beaten with a hard And heated hammer Scolded by others’