Come now! I speak only in jest, I am a fine fool, bred for courtli… Flinging knives at my head And catching them in my teeth. It’s why I can speak daggers,
I don’t want to have to say it Online, through text And certainly not phone. I want to swallow my fear, To say my piece,
Staring out the office window at the office window across a butterfly flit through a small gap in the window immediately regretting the decisio…
Syllables swim through your texts Perhaps not for you but I feel The rhythm, the pull, the give Back and forth and The pause.
Come then Pluck at my flesh! You can’t damage my liver As fast I can Have you seen what I drink?
How strange; I was told to remove… Out of what I write, to move my f… To turn what I had seen from my s… To that of the same seen object it… Funny; guess what I found in it’s…
walking in the rain past the irresponsible road works watch the oil trickle away colours dancing away always away from me
I drink far less water than I sho… And usually when I do I am breaking for breath Or singing too hard Nothing is better though
I can see the water vapour rising steam is invisible the bit between warm gold and
I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage
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
Stars dance before me In low pixilation But the wonder of it! I could press my face To the glowing screen
Waiting Is exhausting but I just keep on Waiting Because I think you’re worth it Even though I lapse and sometimes
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
I measure time By whom I love Spells and stints And long eras It all passes