And so I put down my smoke to listen to what...
It's OK love, there's more than the sidewalk that...
My best art comes from the psychoanalysis of...
My muse is lit by the fire of internal wreckage...
Sounds of coarse disdain
This man stands on baseless words...
It has to be me - the only anti-depressant -
grinding gratitude journals into routines...
Once there was a kind little boy,
Who grew to be adolescent...
Fire fighting my friends more protest no peace
Baby’s catching blue rubber bullets in their...
I jog to the newsagents
around the corner from our...
Where are we right now, just give us the truth;
but you can't give the truth, the truth is, you...
My eyes are tired from watching
this poor excuse of a leader...
yesterday as I was watching the numbers of people...
I was thinking how much I love the numbers...
Go there for your rota
There for your orders...
Isn’t it foolish
to keep crossing these bridges...