less is more
less is tenderness
and less is what i adore
Flying Solo – Wednesday 18th April 2001
i am still flying solo
still here on my own
people believe in a relationship culture
but i feel its cover has been blown
Perhaps it is You? – Wednesday 18th April 2001
looking at ourselves
in many different lights
the colours only tell us
that it is hard to be wrong or right
Masculine – Tuesday 17th April 2001
but if you noticed,
i was leaving for another field
you cannot graze
when the harvest will not yield
Can You Hear Me? – Tuesday 17th April 2001
i will sit in the rocking chair
and knit myself a coat
from balls of woolen despair
Songbird – Tuesday 17th April 2001
songbird,
tell on my visitor
tell them it must end
songbird,
sing the truth for me
The Party – Tuesday 17th April 2001
the end of an era
the end of song
i did not notice the gathering years
until they were gone
Flying Away – Friday 16th March 2001
a pretty person turn to sigh
having dipper her fingers,
into metal
she can only wonder why
Electric Teeth – Written Wednesday 25th October 1995 (Aged 20)
i can see an aura of blue
glad you came
with electric teeth, it is something new
Amongst the Wreckage – Written Wednesday 25th October 1995
i am left alone, here in the dark
it does not make any difference,
i have been here for years
