Let my frozen lips thaw til my words make some sense, Wrap my scarf tighter as this wind gets intense. Three layers of warmth. Three layers of time. Three layers of wool woven entwined. Oh snow bunny beanie you glisten with frost, Without your three layers my hair would be tossed. Three layers of warmth. … Continue reading Three Layers of Warmth
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Small Business Unravelling
Where were you when my heart skipped a beat? I'm in the depths of despair. Did you stir the cauldron? My bitter heart lashes out at an unforgiving community...but not you. Who will send hope yet not ingratiate themselves upon my desperation. I'm boxed in at every turn. My world unravelling. I call out for … Continue reading Small Business Unravelling
I am not a Bot
You are my raw deal. You bump me out of your verification process like a bot yet again til nostalgia bites. I remember diaries with pen and ink. A stable story. Like a tangled web you leave me gridlocked at the gate. I cannot shoot you down or copy your skin on a typewriter. My … Continue reading I am not a Bot
Vertigo
My shifting gaze sends staccato images of Cubist paintings looking for a home. Your poisoned laughter greets me. Poison of my balance you taint each twist and turn. You laugh as you scrub my eyelids with your tune and cause my body to dance to your sadistic beat. Remove me from your playlist and if … Continue reading Vertigo
The Lighthorseman
Through overcast skies I hear the bugle call. Quiet spaces. Speeches shared under a grey backdrop. You gaze forward, you gaze down. You listen and reflect. Intrigued at the courage of old. Traffic hums. A dog barks. Drops of rain touch my skin like a message. Grainy photo's remain of you grandfather that I never knew. … Continue reading The Lighthorseman
Got the Blues
Gobbling up a night time splendour whizzing past your horn rimmed shoes. Upsidedown in sweet surrender downing cords of baby blues. Who am I to watch you strumming on the bootstraps of your dreams. Never cold and never coming yet you sprout some crackled themes. Moistened bootstraps from the outset strum along I’ve got the blues. All … Continue reading Got the Blues
Misunderstood
Texted misunderstandings swallow my mind with their essay. Confusing me with numbers. Tainting the voice of reason where few voices speak. You chase the dollar of my health. You sing of genuine but my tears trickle from the loneliness of sincerity. Where is honour. Where is truth. I don’t like it when people don’t call … Continue reading Misunderstood
Dezzies Place 