(2003)
The unspoken words grapple at my t… Searing, swelling up. Tear them out. Clutch them. As you’re clutching me now. Holding them inside is heavy.
When you are gone and I am grey, I’ll look back fondly on this day. Your ice-blue eyes and ice-cream s… will dance before me yet awhile. Those little looks, your searching…
Pulling the door closed with a cli… the spring air pulses through my v… With a quick, light, fickle step I start to feel alive again. As his body thrusts its way to the…
The grey sky hung low and heavy That cold October day. Downstairs, the house began to rou… —I chose to stay away. Well-intentioned warmth and care
Racing ahead, rushing at speed. Where does it come from, this urge… This need for an answer, conclusio… Why can’t you be happy with simply… and hanging in mid-air, waiting an…
Here come his footsteps, erratic a… There go his shoulders, bumping an… A bowling ball sliding, one side t… Not quite careering; quietly keeli… I hold my breath tightly right ins…
White spots sparkle on the water, Sun streaks catch the waves. Eyes bubble - startled tears. The train moves on its way. This place. This nook. This small…
Hair grows and skin sheds and nail… And still my heart is true Days pass and nights stretch and t… And still my heart wants you Dust settles, wounds heal and scar…
Dirty, fallen angel With your dented, grubby halo You’ve been up all night again, Drinking with the devil’s foot sol… He’s left his smell on you
Cold tiles calm clammy skin as blood redder than the brightest tomato — like red pen ink
So, says the head, what have we he… Oh, says the heart, it’s so beauti… The one that we want is finally he… Right, nods the head, I can see h… But let’s take a moment to test th…
You walked in to the party, Like you were walking into a film. I looked at you and thought “what… Then I drank quite a lot more win… You came up to talk to me,
Rolling back off the rocking rib,… into the swollen sea. My wetsuit f… with chilly chains of cold. I hold… my mask as the lead pulls me low.… the blue I go. Into the deep I si…
Secrets of sleepy suburbia behind… Kicked off high heels, scruffied s… still, hidden lives play out insid… Dark dramas execute themselves and… mundanity trickles on and the surr…
A sun-splattered walkway. Spring in the air. A head full of humdrum, routine, everyday - thoughts of last night, tomorrow,