There was an old pair of eyes, That hated the cold outside, Like two licking flames, They chattered their panes, Rattling and howling in kind.
We shed many Flicks of wishes: In blinks between Dust or dreams Purgatory Of day and mind Opens and closes Batting limbo Dark gatekeepers Sharp teary whips Guards from the […]
I have planned tomorrow in my future, Swam above cereal, On the sparkling spoon, I’ve spilt day’s milk: entirety ensured, Flickered on the control, Switch on to the tele. I’ve […]
Those clock eyes With hour long pupils Tick me apart
On time Don’t turn up Without us
Blu tack patch stars Corner life’s bare space glowing Paws on old walls.
If I was A fruit that had a pip It would be good.