Beloved Nation
About respect...
The will to live
The will to exist...
Well
Another day...
A Hermetic Poem
A dream about me...
As a gentleman you’ll tip your hat to me
Whilst slowly popping off my fingernails...
Eat the soup
Just don’t look...
Running out of things to do
What can come so true...
I feel depressed
I hate who I am...
A pilgrimage to summers ley
When should we find them fair and fey...
Underneath the silver birch
That stands where two roads cross...
Beauty..
Tempting...
What’s next
Do I forget...