I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage
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 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
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
Seemed I danced To a short fuse And lit another And now it’s all gone Blown sky high
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
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…
In truth, There is no 'you’ You are but a lie, a clue You flatter yourself thinking, That my entire thought unceasing Is but on one individual,
Flickering uncertainly but still certainly flickering our candle dripped we had trays of wax time and trauma saw to that
Listening to the gale blow, I recall the banshee of memory, Spectres of what was haunt my thoughts, And I recall the pain,
On the cold mornings Or days when washing hangs in my r… My window glazes and there are thr… I don’t clear them I wonder if the larger are mine, a…
Blossom blew off the tree And there goes life I thought As I walked my dog and he limped… And tried to muster a small shower At every lamp post and tree
And then, waking the breathing slows And relaxes the tightly clenched jaw, unfold the huddle of limbs
Staring at your lips And trust me, I try not to but better than watching the sway of y… I wonder; why didn’t I feel this… I consider it while I walk into t…
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
