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…
Beat your chest then Bellow and threaten Gnash your fearsome, Perfect teeth You, brute
I drink far less water than I sho… And usually when I do I am breaking for breath Or singing too hard Nothing is better though
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…
The tactile brush of pages across… Trace memories and images of thing… I hold here in my hand a collectio… Concentrated emotion holding more… Another, and I can cry again at t…
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
These scattered trees mean a lot t… And so often I think that here I’… Many years ago I sent a message Or two. On how I’d explore your f… Teenage fantasy written in bliss m…
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
We have a problem with American Otters. Or was it Ferrets? Or We… I don’t remember I read it in a magazine but Mostly paid attention to the pictu…
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…
Its almost too cliché a broken heart shaped necklace shattered glass in the corner with a naked wire frame But I can imagine
Come, come come come, He said grinning with blindingly w… Or maybe it was the sun? Strange, being beckoned on Worry not, I’m sorry my man
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,
I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage
