(2013)
That person who brings everyone down
your sprawling eye has no hurrican… a gentle edge, a softer rain, that scent you wear, like cakes ba… I get pulled into your shop as I… and you stand there enticing me
your heart floats high in contemplation a young mind tainted by the hand of old worries high above you burn
I can see ghosts in your eyes you carry them like hopes, clutched close and tightly held each one a knot in lifes rope, clouds form in and around the iris
It seems as if its awoken Like a steadfast bulwark on wheels Plummeting down towards me Pious platutudes and cliches amass Sheer weight that grows dimmer as…
a radio, a torch and a can of hair… some toothpaste, a naan bread and… an egg timer, an i-pod cover and s… the remnants of her disorganisatio… a scented candle, a full and empty…
there’s an eerie feel to its stare a dull eyed stare peeling me to th… as if cautioning me, berating me hammering down my disgrace he sits there marble eyed
when we met, all those years ago I was huge mass of cool marble, smooth to the touch, strangely exo… like caramel swirled in vanilla ic… now, I’m a shadow of my former sel…
This morning is a water well I’m… My finger nails are scraping and b… These tubular walls a prison, a nu… From where rays won’t sift or sit Cold and ambiguous, the strength…
ankles and wrists bound to each corresponding post of the… a nervous look on my face as you appear through the door, with adult toys and whips
a burgeoning fear than gnawed upon… shadows descend in corners like sp… amplified sounds snap in your ears… and every movement espied is where… footsteps pacing and candles being…
what dreams your heart does wander… that lusts the lines that weaken f… as a written long and languid bill slowly turning the key at whatever… what thoughts that flow may grease…
to you I’m less than derisory it seems I’m viewed as empty space… a nocturnal drift to an overspill as you scream without fear or grac… respect is just a word without wei…
costume jewellery is all you aspire to be, worn like a party brooch an icebreaker, maybe, just glass diamonds
beyond the cliffs and the whistlin… and the sea spray and the salty ai… beyond the dark clouds and their p… and the rain that mingles with tea… beyond the corners of a town growi…
a flaming profusion of synthetic r… and a cheeky moulded plastic face a hole in your back where my hand… to move your mouth and make you al… though no movement in those electr…