stir in two sugars, strong and black
oh! I forget, you like tea, so I'm glad you've contained that storm
on the inside of the tinderclap; the one you're wearing

you always hated pedestals, now I understand why
the fall will be hard to take, once the sweet words fall sly
like leaves in autumn; a rabbit hops.

a letter is traveling far and wide and may land tired in your lap
please, would you pray for one lost?

deliverance creeps on an unsuspecting mood in minute ways
I'd really like to hold your hand.

keeping space in this palm, my thumb could hold much more
rebel sage said love and fear motivate.

my eyes are red yet dry, a sudden drizzle; feet patter to lines
a small feather tucked gently inside.

good to see the sun shine once again
as if it has a choice
toys asleep in the attic and you're still waiting

I won't tell you, because you looked away
when you decided to be blind to truth
and deaf to reality, the shrieks

what the ostrich saw in the sand
curses you'll never know.

art doesn't live, cannot thrive without connect

you see me ill yet you're off, run somewhere far

what's really the intent?

I can't be stuck alone here and you on foreign soil

where you are adrift, when I need you

here's a cake for you, a small envelope, happy day to your heart.

lovely, hot sweetness swirling in the morningtime
that you'd use that as penalty, is hard to fathom

one mug goes missing later on
and then supper goes to dregs

bag is now tagged and tried
hung up, dried and lynched

perk is missing in action
I see your cup steams on

it's a heavy one this isn't how it's meant to go eyes burning dry lump in throat won't go away this kind of loss is not meant to be it's not meant to be a mother suffering this kind of loss is no less for the father this is not meant to be no not meant be not meant to be not meant to be not me

a spider from a tree, comes down to wait
some cardboard figures want all credit, just cardboard

hanging in the balance, which keyboard dictates
no good typing away when the cursor isn't ready

thanks for resuming the channel, almost missed iot
quick decompressing in the cards, else imploding

intricate on paper, makes for easily disconcerted
part-time envoy of laughter, running round circles

to keep cold feet away and every need gloved
come, I hate promises, let's go shopping