My absent comrade
A fickle and inconstant friend,
of whom I rarely see enough.
It’s within you my dreams reside
but without you, I feel rough.
You’re absent when I need you most,
then sneak up on me, unexpected.
Can’t you see, you’re broken and disjointed
when I need you to be connected?
But if we weren’t to meet again
I doubt that I could I cope.
Thursday 13th February 2020 12:12 am
Tick tock, tick tock, thump, thump, thump
They marched in and took your heart, once filled with redness and vibrancy,
They took your bright soul and purpose on this rosy spectacle sphere of land and sea
And shred and bled until nothing remained.
But darkness, blackness and emptiness
A lifeless glance returns the favour in the mirror
Ash piles, a distinguished fire
Prison, some call it ...
Tuesday 13th October 2015 7:23 pm
One Night I Stole a Purple Balloon
One night I stole a purple balloon
From a cheaply decorated nightclub
I was pissed out of my mind so it looked pretty
And taking it seemed a good idea.
When I tied it up at home
Like a child decorating for a birthday party
I did not expect it to be there for long: balloons
Tend to run out of air or escape when you lo...
Sunday 17th February 2013 2:15 pm