I walk these streets That we once shared Through neon’s glow Window shop curiosities Remind me What it is I’m looking for As others pass
Category: Poetry & Prose
The Garden
Dangling on the wrong side of yesterday Searching for what I never had, within what’s left Waiting for meaning in sun-bleached tomorrows That never come
To See
Cradled in a nest of thorns Swaddled in your apathy My cries go silent Like a still-born dream Illuminated by nothing more Than the drip
On Writing (Yet Another)
Inspiration strikes like a match In an afternoon monsoon microburst Of clichés, tired and trite The obligatory opening and closing Threadbare and uninspired A triple-dose
Adrift
I felt it likely In this solitude My thoughts would Find their way Back to you Eventually Drifting on A lucid current Around and past
One Slip, For The Punished – A Collaboration
It’s through shallow eyes And loose fingers Which you grip the world So much easier To slip Through my icy embrace Than to accept For
