She woke up with jitters
Drenched in sweat were her clothes
She didn't know what had happened
Watching all around, into darkness she tore
Something was causing the goosebumps
On her hands and the back of her neck
She chose to ponder around
Ignoring the sirens in her head
"I did have some friends with me
What were their names?"
Her mind was a mess
Was she ...
Friday 15th December 2017 10:47 am
Waiting For Miss Write.
“I like you”, I said,
without the need for thumbs pointing to the sky.
She smiled, a beautiful smile.
Her face unlike a circle with U lips.
We parted on a kiss
that had nothing to do with sex or X.
Promising that we’d talk again
later in the week.
The phone box on the corner
wasn’t mobile - so I was.
I walked ...
Monday 15th April 2013 3:27 pm
Beneath the biscuit-bitten moon of dawn
There’s a hint of something unknown,
unprecedented enough that even the howling wind has flaked
To something spider-thin;
To the bare wire frames of lyricism.
Since then, the sky has darkened.
And static has started to skitter across asphalt and window-frames.
Friday 21st October 2011 10:23 am