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.
Strange Rorschach jot The edgy octopus whispered ink Clouds from deep currents within. Its tough to watch the blot drift Billow With my flailing limbs Towards gasping gills Sucking fading […]
Life is so big Sprawling in covers Sun filled reptile mulls On a patch in cold sheet
Part 1: First signs Feel that white wind blow all, Day shorter but sweeter, Frozen orange sunsets, Tease tart smarting lips. Part 2: anger at goodbye to smug orange summer. […]