each day you walk on by without a glance at me. do you see me? … More do you see me?
A million words cannot transmute into a loaf of bread … More For the Gatehouse Literary Project
Spring comes round but once a year … More Spring
Misty the cat that moves around the flat
at night … More Misty The Cat
Chained-up bikes, and low-cut tops,
flashy Nikes, too many cops;
cap and gowns, the lost and founds,
beggars with their scruffy hounds. … More Oxford
In truth, we’re like dodos, just here for a while
just borrowing somebody’s land.
Nobody owns all the oil or the gold,
any more than they own all the sand … More The Dodo
Deep inside a twisted mind
Darkness falls but cannot find
Peace nor calm, success nor favour
Forced to be on best behaviour … More A tale of the streets
Who is that bum,
scrounger, drug addict,
drunk? … More … each other.
What Now!? … More The Ceiling
it all goes on
it doesn’t stop here … More To the Younger me I’d say