Like life

I don’t desire to lose it

so I embrace it

I kiss the boot

I tell my secrets

I spill the beans

Her boots have done their walking

and trodden-in dreams

and wasted talking

and yet it’s still worth it

Let me live, please let me live!

Thumbs down

to thumb screws

but rather that than nothing

A crown of thorns, please

with gore-berry juice

and a flake sticking out

at the moment of melting

A prickly pair of pugnacious partners

poking and stabbing each other now and then

even if mainly then

someone to feel

connected to

then disconnected from…

Is there anyone out there?

Yes, but they’re all light years away

spinning

receding

into black holes

and holes of other colours too

Which one would you like, son?

I told you

any one will do

Just knocked this one off tonight while messaging. Whaddaya mean, it shows?