(2015)
Syllables swim through your texts Perhaps not for you but I feel The rhythm, the pull, the give Back and forth and The pause.
Dulce et decorum est mori est Because at least that way it’s don… scattered ashes in the wind lodged in the soil, waving at worm… I couldn’t give a shit
Socks have a good life. They spend their days on separate feet complimenting one another yet not pressed together;
I saw you earlier and you looked So stressed if I’m honest about t… But I wonder, did I make the righ… I spoke to you once (and I was ho… With quick fantasy (of worn out be…
Caught your eye through the bubble… Of the ale as I drank it Distorted in the glass You looked beautiful It might not be original, but cons…
It’s been said that I’d love a shadow If it smiled at me. I smile and agree: Talking to people
From the tram to the train I’d sc… from shuttle to shuttle with only the speakers for company and then Sorry, can I just. I. Sorry
Coffee is something of a ritual Standing tall, I repeat the mantr… “Flat White Please” Sometimes to go but best to stay As I sit and stare at your eyes
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…
I have a drawer I’m afraid to use dust gathers on it, the entire stretch of carpet around it is preserved
Flickering uncertainly but still certainly flickering our candle dripped we had trays of wax time and trauma saw to that
How hard is it to write in formal… In sonnet form with proper metre? A few short words written in rever… A rhythm that must not be let pete… And a story, usually of love
We have a problem with American Otters. Or was it Ferrets? Or We… I don’t remember I read it in a magazine but Mostly paid attention to the pictu…
Come then Pluck at my flesh! You can’t damage my liver As fast I can Have you seen what I drink?
Seemed I danced To a short fuse And lit another And now it’s all gone Blown sky high