sleeping lines

sleeping lines the track lines of recent dreaming, are etched into your skin like yesterday’s fossils. speaking silent of the inconvenience of mornings, plucked from our own,

Trains, Delays, Cement.

On the 5th of May 2013 Frank launched himself into the carriage and held open the doors. His face was dripping with sweat.
Cherry

House Sparrow

My sparrow is dying. But that can wait.

Express

The clock blinks one a.m., too dark to tell which road we’re on.
Cherry

Blessing

We’ve played this track so often it’s hardly us that plays.

Winter's Kiss

When Autumn surrenders to Winter
Cherry

Flowers in the window

You bought me A hat, And we drank beer From plastic cups,

Castaway - 4. The 'Nor Buoy

-- Your childhood sounds rather idyllic. You grew up in Maidstone, before moving to Shoeburyness, Essex when you were 9. The sea must be in your soul...?

Shade in the water

We're forced together by little hypocrisies - On the passionfruit sores of our straining bodies White mold from too little summer grows, And I look at God - my senses bend under his weight

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