Stood in the dark stopped on the pavement beneath th… that I can’t see but I know is th… because I can smell it. looking at the lights on the lake…

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

It would seem I am stuck With a seething mind. So I see three roles before me; Would that I could - I feel that I should,

Once a week was just right? Greasy, slippery with fat Forever too much but right regardl… And you’d finish me in the morning I was your takeaway.

It’s been said that I’d love a shadow If it smiled at me. I smile and agree: Talking to people

I can see the water vapour rising steam is invisible the bit between warm gold and

Beat your chest then Bellow and threaten Gnash your fearsome, Perfect teeth You, brute

I wonder who decided on the big tv Saw a nice hill and thought, I co… Dig it up shuffle it to the side a… Shit why not Add some seating too

How strange; I was told to remove… Out of what I write, to move my f… To turn what I had seen from my s… To that of the same seen object it… Funny; guess what I found in it’s…

I craft torn worlds immeasurable, Glades of hilly plains over the mo… Mere dreamed memories shape fantas… And! Points unfinished; begun wrong. A…