Drifting high on a gentle breeze
and grazing the tops of lofty trees,
watching below, all the people move
but there’s nothing left, up here, to prove.
Floating higher and into the clouds,
the sultry silence so deafeningly loud.
Throbbing pulse of a beating heart
as atoms pull; trying to drift apart.
Looking down upon an ailing world
with colourful rags held hig...
Monday 22nd June 2015 6:27 pm
Philae Shakes The Hand Of God
What is the etiquette
for shaking hands
His ancient skin
We have travelled far
The cold, dark cosmos
“Know your place,
you of greens
sing the disregarded
We pass through
the blazing tails
We burn money
Wednesday 12th November 2014 7:52 pm