I have a drawer I’m afraid to use dust gathers on it, the entire stretch of carpet around it is preserved
An image of foul fancy plagues me. A crowded desert of concrete; I see it all through artificial ey… Argus, though none sleep now. No… Wild eyed, we speak silence and
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
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,
I craft torn worlds immeasurable, Glades of hilly plains over the mo… Mere dreamed memories shape fantas… And! Points unfinished; begun wrong. A…
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
Could I have my heart back please… I’m making this a general announce… As i’ve lost track of where it is Or whoever has it right now I can’t tell if it’s getting passe…
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…
How hard is it to write in formal… In sonnet form with proper metre? A few short words written in rever… A rhythm that must not be let pete… And a story, usually of love
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,
There are those So full of life that Even my cynicism cannot be matched You are such, and
Beat your chest then Bellow and threaten Gnash your fearsome, Perfect teeth You, brute
What, God fearing? I do not fear… For if God is loving as is so sai… He should not be wielding the divi… And if he does, unto all those poo… He cannot be just nor properly fee…
Coffee is something of a ritual Standing tall, I repeat the mantr… “Flat White Please” Sometimes to go but best to stay As I sit and stare at your eyes
Hand presses hand, Chains of carbon courting Through nuclear repellence, Processing synaptic lightning: synthesised ecstasy flickers wildl…