A moment’s peace from journeys long
A fullness ripe complete
...
NO CRIME
Don’t look askance
‘cause I’m not young
Some day you’ll
...
Savouring your poems
is like eating icecream with shrapnel,
and screaming as you die deliciously,
wondering not caring how you arrived,
...
Stroppy stamping feet
ego driven drives
Fractious empty
clashing sound
...