Bradford Poet Biography

He was asleep
In the corner of the street,
No light or heat,
But there he sleeps.
...

It's happening again,
Too powerless to pend,
She sparkled my heart,
She fluttered,
...

Graffiti all around,
Not a pin prick of any sound,
Dim light,
Heading to the darkness of the night,
...

The sun is shining,
Bright and high,
The skies so blue,
Not a cloud in sight,
...

lye through the night,
In a cold empty bed,
Dreaming of the past,
Of those moments we meed,
...