clever clogsclipping hedgesslipping wedgesbeneath my feetI look westlocked at sun-downcue red nose clownbefore the nightthere was a dayclicking at hea..
~You and I.* * Who I See:the doe-eyed and the much missedthe trailer and the plastic couchthe fork the road enliststhe fit freak and the potato slouch..
It's my wordbutthen againthe sense of a response islost without youbecauseI'm lostin a word pool.then againmy feet wobbled here inthe quest for a libr..
The grey stood still;still as a lamp post.The greyness was of a daythat smelt like furze encrusted mothballs.My chips were cashedbut I was still at th..
It was the twilight hour and I was returning home tomy hostel after some hours busking and subsequently,quenching ahoneycombed thirst.I walked past th..