Yes? Oh! And now what? Sat on a train I can just shrug At a stranger
The tactile brush of pages across… Trace memories and images of thing… I hold here in my hand a collectio… Concentrated emotion holding more… Another, and I can cry again at t…
The light of evening: Always wondered what Was so special about it But you dancing by Yourself and me
Caught your eye through the bubble… Of the ale as I drank it Distorted in the glass You looked beautiful It might not be original, but cons…
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,
Stars dance before me In low pixilation But the wonder of it! I could press my face To the glowing screen
And then, waking the breathing slows And relaxes the tightly clenched jaw, unfold the huddle of limbs
I’ve seen others dumped Cast off and forgotten With sweet rotting I’ve seen them decompose Into sweet liquor as people
Beat your chest then Bellow and threaten Gnash your fearsome, Perfect teeth You, brute
I find it hard to express happines… My tongue trips in unfamiliarity Whiskey calms that Drunk straight but mixed so heavil… With friendship and company
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
walking in the rain past the irresponsible road works watch the oil trickle away colours dancing away always away from me
Never judge a book by it’s cover? Want me to bow to your proverbial… Keep spitting your self satisfied… I’ll judge a book by it’s cover I’ll gaze at the wrinkled spine
Listening to the gale blow, I recall the banshee of memory, Spectres of what was haunt my thoughts, And I recall the pain,
We have a problem with American Otters. Or was it Ferrets? Or We… I don’t remember I read it in a magazine but Mostly paid attention to the pictu…
