a glass full of port
a briefcase full of money
the news full of lies
mosquito bitten
sun-burnt and dehydrated
we trudge through the swamp
laugh and weigh that up
against what’s in the mirror
all our faults are one
wake up sleepy head
forget the past fifteen years
today is the day
so that’s the story
have i told you this before?
i lose track sometimes
completely naked
but for top hat and goggles
i dress to impress
a puddle forming
a sentence left unfinished
a dish best served cold
it was past midnight
the sky filled with UFOs
i’d lost my camera
a huge chimera
part wolf, part wasp, part human
i’ve named him Eric
mankind is long gone
tree roots tear through the pavement
reclaiming the street
keep me at arms length
lest we confuse love with love
there’s no going back
i wake up gently
it’s such a beautiful day
i feel very ill
in a dark forest
a tree trunk spans a ravine
we’re chased to it’s peak