even if fairytales
sometimes fall by the wayside
there is a desire for social construction
How Did I Get So Fucked Up? – Monday 24th June 2019
my wires so crossed
and burnt
i thought containment
was hard earned
but all i learned
I Had to Grow Up in Ways I Never Expected – Monday 24th June 2019
i had to mend
the lines of
my telegraph poles
the hardest to climb
Where Has the Time Gone?
how did we get here?
nobody
no one said
this is how time goes
Celebrate it With Me – Monday 24th June 2019
let try and trace
every contour of love
across your face
I Hunt for Petrol Stations – Friday 22nd June 2012
tiredness has stolen my legs
and held them to ransom
and my eyes
look a little less handsome
Telling People Mum Has Died – Friday 22nd June 2012
i am laden
with ladles of life life experience
holed up in my hidey hole
our future and our happiness
the hopeful goal
Like a Lock Picker – Tuesday 12th June 2012
lots of thoughts
bathed in light
dreams gain a little weight
but i siphon off
the cider loss
They Are Here – Tuesday 12th June 2012
then, on some days
they are here
i do not know how
or why
but for no reason
they are here
It Calls – Tuesday June 12th 2012
it has no pleasure
yet it is keenly felt
it tightens
it frightens, it will not elope
