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…
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
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 am no word-smith I am the anvil Beaten with a hard And heated hammer Scolded by others’
Hand presses hand, Chains of carbon courting Through nuclear repellence, Processing synaptic lightning: synthesised ecstasy flickers wildl…
I’m light Quench me slake my smoking chariot In your flood Before the smoke gets too much
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
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
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 craft torn worlds immeasurable, Glades of hilly plains over the mo… Mere dreamed memories shape fantas… And! Points unfinished; begun wrong. A…
Yes? Oh! And now what? Sat on a train I can just shrug At a stranger
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…
walking in the rain past the irresponsible road works watch the oil trickle away colours dancing away always away from me
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…
