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…
Grant me peace! To pester And pester And pester; See how the repetition adds
The guitar sits in the corner of t… And I wonder, does it wait? To be plucked and played? To sing my melancholy vibrations? Left alone for months at a time
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…
The light of evening: Always wondered what Was so special about it But you dancing by Yourself and me
The flower in your hair Was a bit worse for wear the petals that remained Looked rather drained. Even the stalk was crushed.
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…
Listening to the gale blow, I recall the banshee of memory, Spectres of what was haunt my thoughts, And I recall the pain,
Through trouble taken, and confidence shaken, through stress and pain, hard work yet little gain, I have fret endlessly.
Staring at the cracked pavement saving my eyes from the sun and the scene of flowers tied to a lamppost; can of Stella shoved in amongst
It’s not a childish joy It’s a thoughtful one Bubbles! The enunciation of which Troubles the mouth
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.
walking in the rain past the irresponsible road works watch the oil trickle away colours dancing away always away from me
I have a drawer I’m afraid to use dust gathers on it, the entire stretch of carpet around it is preserved
Stars dance before me In low pixilation But the wonder of it! I could press my face To the glowing screen
