longing (Remove filter)
that secret
a wronged wash in the what might have been
where we fidget like fleas on a rabbits hide
and verses drafted in the cross stitched sky
cannot disguise the well-practiced curses
with the pre-packed presumption of lilies
and static
abstract amongst the sheets
your limbs offer a confusion of choice
where context is lost
besides t...
Sunday 24th May 2015 7:23 pm
did I ever say I was “good people”?
did I ever say I was “good people”?
some days I miss the hasty shouting
the crack of fist on salted cheekbones
better that than the nauseous choice
of considered upholstery or designer phones
never weather appropriate, rather, accident
ripped and bleeding, waiting for some other
and days my head will fill with men of war
always in shock yet mostly in awe
a...
Sunday 22nd December 2013 5:02 pm
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