One word...
poetry in notion;
reminds you of
your deepest fears;
...
Night falls, so gently, from the darkening sky,
soft calling us to leave all that the day
has shone upon; from universal light
to turn to homely private lamp, and seek
...
Yesterday
I was buttering bread for sandwiches
when I saw myself doing this
as I must have watched you all those years ago,
...
the motorcycle leans
the motorcycle swerves
...the motorcycle just don't
give a damn
...
Spike, we talked of you today.
You’ll have to live with that now, I guess -
it seems that everyone has
a place in their hearts for you.
...
When you were a child, where was it? For there's always
some place: somewhere you go, when all you want
is just to be yourself - because
it's all too much, or not enough;
...
I read a rare truth
in the news today
no evidence has been found
...
'Who was listening
when I apologised
for my life? '
...
Oh dear it’s haircut day
I guess I should be grateful –
she comes round to the house
...