Blossom blew off the tree And there goes life I thought As I walked my dog and he limped… And tried to muster a small shower At every lamp post and tree
Seemed I danced To a short fuse And lit another And now it’s all gone Blown sky high
And then, waking the breathing slows And relaxes the tightly clenched jaw, unfold the huddle of limbs
Staring at the cracked pavement saving my eyes from the sun and the scene of flowers tied to a lamppost; can of Stella shoved in amongst
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…
We all take joy In jokes and tricks yes? And I have less to take joy in Elsewhere As I’ve friends, as long as I’m u…
Dulce et decorum est mori est Because at least that way it’s don… scattered ashes in the wind lodged in the soil, waving at worm… I couldn’t give a shit
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
The glint on your braces as the su… Them was not enough to make me fro… Gladly I’d sear my corneas to see… I didn’t even mind when my lips go… And when they did and they bled I…
I have a drawer I’m afraid to use dust gathers on it, the entire stretch of carpet around it is preserved
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,
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
As I see her across the road, I want to call out ‘Wait!’ I dream of running after her, Of magically fixing things.
Stars dance before me In low pixilation But the wonder of it! I could press my face To the glowing screen
I’m light Quench me slake my smoking chariot In your flood Before the smoke gets too much