Stars dance before me In low pixilation But the wonder of it! I could press my face To the glowing screen
Staring out the office window at the office window across a butterfly flit through a small gap in the window immediately regretting the decisio…
Yes? Oh! And now what? Sat on a train I can just shrug At a stranger
It’s been said that I’d love a shadow If it smiled at me. I smile and agree: Talking to people
I don’t want to have to say it Online, through text And certainly not phone. I want to swallow my fear, To say my piece,
I’ve seen others dumped Cast off and forgotten With sweet rotting I’ve seen them decompose Into sweet liquor as people
Soaked pebbles and tip toeing pede… Train stations, cold bricks and co… standing in the platform Smiling at beauty sometimes smilin… I’d read Nietzsche and Kafka and…
The light of evening: Always wondered what Was so special about it But you dancing by Yourself and me
I’m light Quench me slake my smoking chariot In your flood Before the smoke gets too much
tin can heat and toucan crossings mechanics smoking questionables with loud mouthed customers blocki… the route past the non-corner shop rusting solar solutions flat tired…
As I see her across the road, I want to call out ‘Wait!’ I dream of running after her, Of magically fixing things.
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 find it hard to express happines… My tongue trips in unfamiliarity Whiskey calms that Drunk straight but mixed so heavil… With friendship and company
walking in the rain past the irresponsible road works watch the oil trickle away colours dancing away always away from me
From the tram to the train I’d sc… from shuttle to shuttle with only the speakers for company and then Sorry, can I just. I. Sorry
