The peace that comes from the quiet nature, Only beaten by the rush of cities, The assurance that comes with the next day, Being just as busy without a doubt. The blinding streetlights make you feel so small, Like you don’t matter as much as…

to meet with people can be a joyous thing you share, commiserate, or a smile to others bring and yet, sometimes, to be in a large group can lead your bright spirits into a lonely droop a friend may be waiting amongst the busy crowd,…

Cigarettes and coffee have been morning rituals for far too long There comes a time when change is cruel but so far out there It’s hard to reach out of the ways that I’ve grown I’m crying from the bottom Screaming Please let me out…

Imaginarium The sleepy, somnolent air of a summer’s day reels away in ribbons through the stratosphere, spooling down to cooler night as the city awakens again. Electric cars are death watch beetles, tick-ticking over still hot pavement, invisible until close enough to be touched by…

Minimal Less than a lot If it goes beyond my head will explode Multitask Piled on work I think everything will implode

LA I love you. All the extra words are junk. I just fucking love your gritty, pungent, greasy streets in the morning dew. I love Sunset Blvd… the lights, the stand still traffic, the hookers. I love your hard lines, and that everytime I am…

those belly aches I give you or the close-to-choking fits are not attempts to kill you, I promise but rather to revive your wits. for too often you forget, I fear, to guffaw, or chortle, or chuckle the world is full of comic things and…

Burning…   I Want You Now Like I needed you then…   Fire races between us When we are skin to skin..   So deep inside me I yearn in pain…   Only you can fill me Make me whole again…   So far away…

Abundance of flesh, teetering on a stuporous step, Carried dutifully and on a drunkards resolve, Resigning himself, a true wretch of the unkept, Her body not to be touched or involved!   Sacrificial, our desirous fool will endure my scorn, I glare on, anticipating my…

Mr Malcom, the Vervet monkey, unlike those other scoundrels, prefers a sedate walk along the ground, instead of wild branch flounders. When the troop attack the house, and loot the poor man’s kitchen, Malcolm will be sampling wine and cheese, and perhaps a fine roasted…