As I see her across the road, I want to call out ‘Wait!’ I dream of running after her, Of magically fixing things.
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…
I’m going nowhere but So what? I’m in no hurry But God I wish I was I push so hard for love
I felt you Press into me I eased round you like A memory foam mattress Though I hope for more
It’s not a childish joy It’s a thoughtful one Bubbles! The enunciation of which Troubles the mouth
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?
I have a drawer I’m afraid to use dust gathers on it, the entire stretch of carpet around it is preserved
Yes? Oh! And now what? Sat on a train I can just shrug At a stranger
Come now, don’t tell me to shine l… It’s cliché for one, and false for… Must I really quote the dictionar… Yes I will be 'that guy’. Is it so bad I like to be correct…
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
I dreamt, vivid, I asked your han… conscious uncaring we whirl togeth… Is it too much to ask for such a c… I know I have asked, and you said… But it’s not easy to drop affectio…
I miss your love, you press into me like you’re tryi… to be me lean so hard on me that I struggle… I’ll sit on the floor and hug you…
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…
Staring at the cracked pavement saving my eyes from the sun and the scene of flowers tied to a lamppost; can of Stella shoved in amongst
I don’t want to have to say it Online, through text And certainly not phone. I want to swallow my fear, To say my piece,