Hands swing around
a circle of numbers
till they reach out
both of them,
...
Can you imagine
my tease so nice,
sweet with sugar
full of spice.
...
Inside my empty room
there's only pictures in the dark,
I'm thinking in my solitude
because thoughts are what we are.
...
Hanged from the gallows
of creative writing.
Swinging from the gibbet
of sentence construction.
...
'Mirror, mirror off the wall
how did you come to dropp and fall?
With silver slithers of pointed glass
...
Beneath gas lamps
black night skies
to eary sounds
of distant cries.
...
She had so much potential it sometimes got her down,
she didn’t like her work but it got her into town.
It really was a problem but she chose to ignore it,
...
From the optics
of her trancendent mind
he pours himself
a sociable measure, and
...
On a black and white pedestrian crossing
holding up the traffic
with a skateboard under one arm,
he frantically picks dropped coins
...