Your more than a dog Way more than a pet You bring joy and love And smiles without fret It seems you walk me
no more skies their dreams cascade cold coffee and liberty inorganic ignorance
so violent and so succinct a ruby red spill that sprays a tru… a scab that’s formed over the eyes… a dark seam of pulled thread, what sound do they hear when they…
seen through the eyes of the deaf the dancer looks bizarre moving odd and jerky like a stick man on pages flipped they understand the need for movem…
here I stand watching the days go… a restless head wondering about ev… I hear your voice it sounds like a… and I’m well schooled in knowing t… a change in her mood tells me its…
a bus I should of never taken I might of not met you, took you out for a drink and felt something between us two, should of ripped up your number
This morning is a water well I’m… My finger nails are scraping and b… These tubular walls a prison, a nu… From where rays won’t sift or sit Cold and ambiguous, the strength…
All you saw when you looked at me Was a mound of rubble rolling down… Just an avalanche of falling rocks That peaked your need for neatness… And like a jigsaw since you’ve nig…
this wooden mould of a decaying ma… this cloak of splinters encasing m… should be no reminder of a loyal c… of the boy to man I used to be, my eyes no more from daylight hide
manipulate my elastic bones betwixt your fingers if you dare they wont break they just bend and spring right back wring them out if you wish
all those books they stretch across a wall a bookshelf filled with all sorts… all those books I’ve never seen you read
an emergence into a world where my shiver had been timbered where my barnacles had been bliste… and the pieces of eight pilfered I took so long to walk the plank
when we were a tad younger possibly even a wiser than now, we strode the days like pirates and the nights like i don’t know h… we braved each hour as a safe bet
A rattling door handle from accros… Rouses me from nightmares grey That poor woman is at it again Her ocd, her magic number is 8 Oh here she goes again
A pep talk to the masses A chat to ease high spirits back i… The northern drawl as sickly as mo… A lemon sucked grin upon his face “The world is ours, if we choose t…