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…
I’ve seen others dumped Cast off and forgotten With sweet rotting I’ve seen them decompose Into sweet liquor as people
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
You’d think it was magic the way You can’t make time What do I do then? Do I dance naked under the moon In blood rituals or some such beca…
Staring at your lips And trust me, I try not to but better than watching the sway of y… I wonder; why didn’t I feel this… I consider it while I walk into t…
Wings of wax and feathers plucked From your breast (not literal, min… But it sure felt like I was flyin… We’d laugh and you’d call me Icar… Always in danger of being
Once a week was just right? Greasy, slippery with fat Forever too much but right regardl… And you’d finish me in the morning I was your takeaway.
I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage
Blossom blew off the tree And there goes life I thought As I walked my dog and he limped… And tried to muster a small shower At every lamp post and tree
In the midst of unimaginable faith surrounded by unattainable wealth I have eyes only for the light dancing through the stained glass do we not live only to discover be…
The flower in your hair Was a bit worse for wear the petals that remained Looked rather drained. Even the stalk was crushed.
I saw you earlier and you looked So stressed if I’m honest about t… But I wonder, did I make the righ… I spoke to you once (and I was ho… With quick fantasy (of worn out be…
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…
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?
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
