And then, waking the breathing slows And relaxes the tightly clenched jaw, unfold the huddle of limbs
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…
I’m light Quench me slake my smoking chariot In your flood Before the smoke gets too much
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…
Time passes, And our each allocated space and s… relative to the rhythm of lives being lived alongside ours. Strength and sinews fade with sick…
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…
As I see her across the road, I want to call out ‘Wait!’ I dream of running after her, Of magically fixing things.
Waiting Is exhausting but I just keep on Waiting Because I think you’re worth it Even though I lapse and sometimes
I have a drawer I’m afraid to use dust gathers on it, the entire stretch of carpet around it is preserved
It would seem I am stuck With a seething mind. So I see three roles before me; Would that I could - I feel that I should,
Yes? Oh! And now what? Sat on a train I can just shrug At a stranger
I spy a wrapper on the floor A small thing, hardly a major chor… And yet, no - it shall remain and cause strife and no small pain… It’s just a wrapper - but who’s?
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
The light of evening: Always wondered what Was so special about it But you dancing by Yourself and me
Ah! So now I take requests Apparently. You, sure and certain state the im… Of male genetalia in poetry!
