Blonde Saviour
I’m faithless, life made me that way in shear numbers the odds were stacked one mind pushing a million more back in a false endeavour, as evolution was sliding me…
In a Wobbly Land
I’m climbing the hill in a wobbly land all is smooth and curved in pastel colours of a marshmallow texture, planets are bouncy spinning balls of different sizes in a…
Lemmings Point
A sorry indictment of our times what does anyone want to know another, for they guess it was the status friendships were now second place, that just happens to be…
The False Sinners
It’s not absolution we want (the false sinners) it’s vindication from the most understood accusations profuse, in a misunderstood lifetime, under the curve of change. Under a moon so variable…
I am not my Father.
The dying may begin, red to green and then to the righ. It’s the track with least noise of all like a soft punch muffled in the snow, not all…