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
Let it go? Stop holding on? Do you see my hands grasping someo… If only it were so simple, I’d let go by mere principle! I was told, like two spent swimmer…
Stars dance before me In low pixilation But the wonder of it! I could press my face To the glowing screen
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?
Staring out the office window at the office window across a butterfly flit through a small gap in the window immediately regretting the decisio…
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…
Stood in the dark stopped on the pavement beneath th… that I can’t see but I know is th… because I can smell it. looking at the lights on the lake…
Hand presses hand, Chains of carbon courting Through nuclear repellence, Processing synaptic lightning: synthesised ecstasy flickers wildl…
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
Socks have a good life. They spend their days on separate feet complimenting one another yet not pressed together;
Sorry I assume We could be something more Perhaps we can’t I always have hope Alternating with despair
There are those So full of life that Even my cynicism cannot be matched You are such, and
The flower in your hair Was a bit worse for wear the petals that remained Looked rather drained. Even the stalk was crushed.
I craft torn worlds immeasurable, Glades of hilly plains over the mo… Mere dreamed memories shape fantas… And! Points unfinished; begun wrong. A…
Yes? Oh! And now what? Sat on a train I can just shrug At a stranger