You feed me breadcrumbs,
stale and unappetising...
the sea spells y/our name in
the gentle whirlpools...
you spill light into the evening sun;
lending warmth to an otherwise...
the morning light drinks from your
eyes – a continuous wellspring of...
Salted, sticky
plucked...
Oh how I long for your?
!Disdain...
Dear Sir, (or is it Madam?),
You don't know me from Charlie Adam...
We are all heir to Sheol’s fumes:
the thousand shocks...
A world of devastation,
with mass starvation...
Two a m cant sleep
Knock me out already please...
Look at you just sitting there,
A show of pure delight...
Free the raw fish in the pan with boiling oil
Rest for a while; don’t take it as a toil...