Come then Pluck at my flesh! You can’t damage my liver As fast I can Have you seen what I drink?
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
Time passes, And our each allocated space and s… relative to the rhythm of lives being lived alongside ours. Strength and sinews fade with sick…
Would a grand gesture change your… I endeavour to treat you kind, I dream of the love you will find, But do you even read of my agonies… Are you aware of my poor hidden ec…
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,
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
Wandering from point to point And stretching our legs We do what we do And we lay our eggs But no matter how large
I know your nightmare; nothing is… In life you linger, lost in dreams… You project pain far, poison what… All betray your best, banish what… So, wounded within, who can lift t…
And then, waking the breathing slows And relaxes the tightly clenched jaw, unfold the huddle of limbs
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…
Socks have a good life. They spend their days on separate feet complimenting one another yet not pressed together;
From the tram to the train I’d sc… from shuttle to shuttle with only the speakers for company and then Sorry, can I just. I. Sorry
Beat your chest then Bellow and threaten Gnash your fearsome, Perfect teeth You, brute
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
Its almost too cliché a broken heart shaped necklace shattered glass in the corner with a naked wire frame But I can imagine