The plan was to flit haphazard. Directionless.
I land in a confined space for one moment and
Before I know it you are picking out colours.
...
When did this certainty become certain?
I didn’t notice it emerge.
But now it plays in my garden
And laughs when I wonder at its presence.
...
I do ponder on
The questions life
Has sent me.
Over priced.
...
This morning you knocked at my door.
Rock in hand, smile on face,
You pounded at my skull.
...
Studying Law And Being In Love
The plan was to flit haphazard. Directionless.
I land in a confined space for one moment and
Before I know it you are picking out colours.
I promised myself this would never be me
But now at night, I dream of the day I plundered
- Unaltered.
I don’t regret how familiar things are becoming.
I just smile at things identical to things
That went before them.
The most I do is criss-cross the comfortable columns.