I would not have reckoned that one of these days talking about the weather would have deep, gritty, horrifying traction. Traction as in gears, as in implications. Real implications, for me.  I would never have thought that tragedy ‘on the news’, in that television set, would be a click away from here. Like suddenly, at…

Crush their spirit so they cannot argue. That would be the words filling the edges of my Meme. The meme itself would be a fat white guy, lets call him Trump, on one side of a seesaw. The long wooden plinth would be bulging with the feeble effort to generate sufficient downward pressure on the…

Sadness is okay Grief You know, loss You lose if you have And to have Well That is the bomb. 

“I want to be simple” I tell her emphatically She is simple But she means off the grid: As I read the economist At the Richardson.

There should be a vibe I’m just not feeling it So if you ask me how I have only a sense Of nothing to say And no thing to describe

I mistook my life for a movie  Got sucked in by the trailer And the cool sound track Not to mention the cameos A list they were.

The arrogance of youth catapults us into adulthood. It is our technicolour armour. We would wither without it. I cherish every moment that I knew so much about so little, and thought so highly of it.                               

Red as the grass that lines these walls, Green as the sky below,  Blue as the sun that burns my eyes, Bright as my love for you. 

You have no mail Notifications Likes  Fail. 

Nervous and tall fenced Neighbours, strangers Would be but could be Hell bent and heaven sent Lacking precedent  More than providence 

He can’t recall  Stopping the Kingsie to let Toffs out to vomit He didn’t realise  Chriswas such an anxious kid  He loves this new comedian,  Billy Connelly What a talent, he says He thinks he knows  who James Dean was  And is sure  about Carey Grant And when he waves me  At the lift  He…