(2015)
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…
What, God fearing? I do not fear… For if God is loving as is so sai… He should not be wielding the divi… And if he does, unto all those poo… He cannot be just nor properly fee…
Could I have my heart back please… I’m making this a general announce… As i’ve lost track of where it is Or whoever has it right now I can’t tell if it’s getting passe…
Through trouble taken, and confidence shaken, through stress and pain, hard work yet little gain, I have fret endlessly.
The light of evening: Always wondered what Was so special about it But you dancing by Yourself and me
A moth asks Do we know what it is To actually love? As it gets swatted at I can’t remember what it was like…
I can see the water vapour rising steam is invisible the bit between warm gold and
Socks have a good life. They spend their days on separate feet complimenting one another yet not pressed together;
It’s not a childish joy It’s a thoughtful one Bubbles! The enunciation of which Troubles the mouth
Beat your chest then Bellow and threaten Gnash your fearsome, Perfect teeth You, brute
Listening to the gale blow, I recall the banshee of memory, Spectres of what was haunt my thoughts, And I recall the pain,
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,
A strange thought in actuality two aluminium cans in a bin mass produced liquid in throw away… can somehow represent us, you and… filled with hope and yearning to b…
Syllables swim through your texts Perhaps not for you but I feel The rhythm, the pull, the give Back and forth and The pause.
I felt you Press into me I eased round you like A memory foam mattress Though I hope for more