Thursday, 26th June 2014
Lost a silence to collapsing doubt
Grew and died and was dried by wishes
A light relief of a veinless leaf
Empty contentment
Cup and cradle silent calling of hands
Gaps to shiver in
Stare at shoulders in rooms
With apostrophes over each arm
Chattering greedily over carpets
Knotted stories
Tall orders and dreams prevented by ghosts
Breath in close proximity
Empty to fill
Chases away the waiting mind
Thursday, 26 June 2014
Wednesday, 4 June 2014
Wednesday.4th June 2014
Pockets of realities
In one I was yours
In one I was his
And his with him
In one with her
And him her his
I jump
Into them all
Every one
The ones we think
May have happened
Already have
Somewhere
Pockets of realities
In one I was yours
In one I was his
And his with him
In one with her
And him her his
I jump
Into them all
Every one
The ones we think
May have happened
Already have
Somewhere
Sunday, 18 May 2014
Monday, 19th May 2014
Fewer fish thought less than the thoughtless fish thought. 'Less fish have thought' the fish thought but fewer fish fought the fish on this thought than you would have thought. Less thought and fewer thoughts the thoughtless fish thought than the fish that thought, less the fish that thought fewer thoughts than the thoughtless fish thought. Conclusion: think less about fish
Fewer fish thought less than the thoughtless fish thought. 'Less fish have thought' the fish thought but fewer fish fought the fish on this thought than you would have thought. Less thought and fewer thoughts the thoughtless fish thought than the fish that thought, less the fish that thought fewer thoughts than the thoughtless fish thought. Conclusion: think less about fish
Friday, 16 May 2014
Wednesday, 26 March 2014
Wednesday, 26th March 2014
The dawn on the hill tramples over the grown darkness
And each little death is the pathway to the next
Time around, take what you can from your previous life
Filled in a suitcase and shrunk down into a ventricle
A wonderland inside us all
The dawn on the hill tramples over the grown darkness
And each little death is the pathway to the next
Time around, take what you can from your previous life
Filled in a suitcase and shrunk down into a ventricle
A wonderland inside us all
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