I can’t write you poetry,
play guitar...
Men sent back to Mars
women vamoose to Venus...
I left my dresser-drawer slightly open,
for your spirit to slip and escape this...
Madam Speaker, please lend an ear
“I’m just a common Brexiteer...
You can't teach what you don't know
narcissists don't care at all...
“What a year, what a year.”
How it’s been so severe...
Is it wrong to love!?
If it is for the right reasons...
I felt so excited,
about meeting her that evening...
I am a forest of tress.
An inspiring lattice...
Onto a cow field
They did trot...
And so we gather
some tearful, strained convulsions, leaking sorrow...
My gratitude for the eternal golden light of...
Flooding my lonely darknesses...