Once a week was just right? Greasy, slippery with fat Forever too much but right regardl… And you’d finish me in the morning I was your takeaway.
It would seem I am stuck With a seething mind. So I see three roles before me; Would that I could - I feel that I should,
You’d think it was magic the way You can’t make time What do I do then? Do I dance naked under the moon In blood rituals or some such beca…
Hand presses hand, Chains of carbon courting Through nuclear repellence, Processing synaptic lightning: synthesised ecstasy flickers wildl…
Soaked pebbles and tip toeing pede… Train stations, cold bricks and co… standing in the platform Smiling at beauty sometimes smilin… I’d read Nietzsche and Kafka and…
A sudden gust of wind and through a shiver I see a tree explode sparklike leaves shaken free a wide brimmed hat blocks the view
In the midst of unimaginable faith surrounded by unattainable wealth I have eyes only for the light dancing through the stained glass do we not live only to discover be…
tin can heat and toucan crossings mechanics smoking questionables with loud mouthed customers blocki… the route past the non-corner shop rusting solar solutions flat tired…
Staring out the office window at the office window across a butterfly flit through a small gap in the window immediately regretting the decisio…
I’ve seen others dumped Cast off and forgotten With sweet rotting I’ve seen them decompose Into sweet liquor as people
Ah! So now I take requests Apparently. You, sure and certain state the im… Of male genetalia in poetry!
Sorry I assume We could be something more Perhaps we can’t I always have hope Alternating with despair
These scattered trees mean a lot t… And so often I think that here I’… Many years ago I sent a message Or two. On how I’d explore your f… Teenage fantasy written in bliss m…
I measure time By whom I love Spells and stints And long eras It all passes
I spy a wrapper on the floor A small thing, hardly a major chor… And yet, no - it shall remain and cause strife and no small pain… It’s just a wrapper - but who’s?