my space-
has become overgrown...

Wise prowlers of the night
eyes of diamonds in a lunar light...

No news is good news
apart from the car garage...

kisses-
that fluttered...

Nightmares
reoccurring...

My heart beats
with a divine...

My mind, my body, my soul,
is induced with a...

“‘ere your current bun”
What! my son...

In the
silence...

My heart is deserted
without the grace of your...

The poem I have written
is in poetic verse...

Boris under parliament
Request to spell out and...