I’m light Quench me slake my smoking chariot In your flood Before the smoke gets too much
I find it hard to express happines… My tongue trips in unfamiliarity Whiskey calms that Drunk straight but mixed so heavil… With friendship and company
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.
Grant me peace! To pester And pester And pester; See how the repetition adds
walking in the rain past the irresponsible road works watch the oil trickle away colours dancing away always away from me
Yes? Oh! And now what? Sat on a train I can just shrug At a stranger
Time passes, And our each allocated space and s… relative to the rhythm of lives being lived alongside ours. Strength and sinews fade with sick…
Come then Pluck at my flesh! You can’t damage my liver As fast I can Have you seen what I drink?
As I see her across the road, I want to call out ‘Wait!’ I dream of running after her, Of magically fixing things.
Seemed I danced To a short fuse And lit another And now it’s all gone Blown sky high
Sorry I assume We could be something more Perhaps we can’t I always have hope Alternating with despair
I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage
I spy a wrapper on the floor A small thing, hardly a major chor… And yet, no - it shall remain and cause strife and no small pain… It’s just a wrapper - but who’s?
A sudden gust of wind and through a shiver I see a tree explode sparklike leaves shaken free a wide brimmed hat blocks the view
I measure time By whom I love Spells and stints And long eras It all passes
