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…

you’ll always be the last to know things of real and true value if you persist on throwing punches at perceived awkward questions you’ll be haunted by past mistakes

a still, calm expanse of water secluded, a tree lined reservoir a full moons motorcycle lamp spray… a shotgun blast of white gold over… down in its murky fathoms we writh…

if a word was spoken and its meaning was true and faces felt impact showing winces in view misconstrued adjectives

Your more than a dog Way more than a pet You bring joy and love And smiles without fret It seems you walk me

there seems no edge to this sword as it razors down to my neck, and the whistle from the wind of a… gives my ears a tiny kiss, mitigate my love and hope

the empty space of a silent ballro… a closed bar with a piano, the lid… defused night comes from shaded li… from fake candles that hover in th… as a bleached dark angel takes you…

there’s nothing for you to find in… all it had on show has been seen, there’s nothing for you to learn f… all its pain is sewn into your sea… there’s nothing for you to hope fo…

What grips the air and the fabric… Slithers and twists its way from l… Its beacon crass and cursing bland Steady and static, faceless and st… Its course meandering its faith cu…

costume jewellery is all you aspire to be, worn like a party brooch an icebreaker, maybe, just glass diamonds

your stare is a cold stare a hypnotic insanity which I crave, down the stone steps to my hearts… it falls, my faltering verve a cer… your butter knife spreads the mors…