You go for a swim
In a nice fresh lake...
Slip into the body
Through a wide open cut...
They never listen when you tell them
that people like us should never be loved...
A handful of promises,
assurance all along...
Holding on to my hand in a death grip,
The first day of Kindergarten...
It's frozen
Why does it not melt...
I Miss
I miss a time that's long long ago...
This blank page awaits
for creative thoughts from...
Reading a tabloid
whilst on the lavatory...
Your river flows throughout this lovely country
past the humble home residing on its banks...
Blank pages stretched before me,
threatening in their stark innocence...
I hope that it is filled with day light yet still...
I hope that through our windows is a world we love...