Even you, my lord
Felt the strangeness of this dawn.
Traces of you linger still
As you might know by my sleeves.
Decided I would write some poems like this while I read the book. New series. Seems doable.
At a bar
are pashing and
taking off their clothes
getting really confused between
the sake of pleasure and
the pleasure of sake
how about those Collisions biscuits, eh?
the smell of spring rain
seems real zen
"take your rose coloured spectacles off, dumbass"
talking to mum about my love life
"and then we're going to get married and have babies"
real low sort of raspy growl from the back of her throat
when mum's away
dad goes to
and trims the lavender
every time i sit down my cat jumps on me and dribbles
this must be how you feel every time you log into facebook
can't w8 2 dribble on you irl
thinking about someone a lot
sort of assuming they like you too
they like U2
want a pony
want a dog
want a goat
need a haircut
filling up my hwb on warm nights
because it's nice to have some company
real into this mechanical pencil