from the bottom of your glass you see a different dimension time doesn’t sway your eye or friends that need attention you’re holding secret mass

you weave despair like a fine thre… you’re a tailor with skills unknow… and it seems my ego is your thimbl… my back is also your pin cushions… I feel i’m treated like a commodit…

the cobbled streets of my home tow… a childhood rained on by a salacio… this town was once a dickensian sn… not much changed from the seventie… now this place has lost its heart,…

she breezes through like a tiny hu… bringing smiles and things to stem… bursts of laughter and childlike c… turn my anguish and worry on its h… before she came I was so lost in m…

and into my heaven drifts your lonely pen you sketched me a sky and I’m here, I’m there shapes and outlines

I can’t stand the dunderhead God knows I’ve tried She deflates a good mood She’s misery personified All the effort and time

i see your face and I hear your wo… but you’re not like us its a disgu… a cloak that somehow i see through where others fall tripping on your… like weeds between flowers growing

a bouncing rubber man in mid air the drop explodes his world feels like a trampoline with the leap of a smiling toad a jugglers apprentice of pottery

recoiled from a verbal picnic acid tongue fatigue sets in gestures replace utterance easier to mouth words unsaid