I sink inside my head and think about the things I said. But I often find myself in bed, catching a wink. If the world really lies on a thin thread, am I a fragile link? If I blink, will everything I love and hold dear disappear? Why do we use such an expression to perpetuate the fear of loss? Here I thought I beveled and embossed the impression but it’s just another load of dross.
But do I really see them when I'm traveling on the central line? do I really take the time to take a look?
The window cleaner logo man reads a book and jammed up next to him is a lady looking very grim, she's watching me watching him and he's unaware, but probably in that zone cleaning windows and feeling right at home.
Lots of buns as well Victorians must have saved a fortune on hair gel.
Pearl earrings is not a singer it's what young girl is wearing and not an oyster in sight.
People there's such a large variety and I only see what I want to see if only I could look a little deeper.
Jarndyce gets off at Chancery lane his case comes up after the crown versus Abel or is it Cain?
I'm wandering in the inns but it's time to get out.
Morning Holbein or it might be Holborn I'm just mooving on.
when did good reason become the permanent excuse when did stepping stone become hurdle rock when did the great leap become blind faith when did education become conditioned when did simplicity become complexity when did innocence become cynicism when did reality become an illusion when did advice become criticism when did habit become havoc when did when become why when did how become now when did I become You
Run, Run, Lost Boy, Go Find Your Home, Find The Strong Boy, Who's Arms You'll Call Home, If Home Walks Away, You Have No Where To Belong, So, Run, Run, Lost Boy, Before You're Gone
This was my first ever poem, yes I'm gay and you can tell that