The films he watches
define him
and have been
for years
he realises
one night while
questioning himself
in relation
to the characters
on screen
‘They are shaping
me,’ he thinks,
‘They are my
sculptors, I am
a block of stone,
that’s heavy.’
Sullen trees still stand for something. Low craggy branches have seen things, Held this and that, Watched faces Furry, bald and scaly. […]
Wave riding hope I didn’t break you feels like it maybe I’m outrageous but I feel vacuous tonight like all nights all […]
Bouncing on the river side lungs heaving but no asthma just general inability to cope because usually I lie in bed on […]
One last smooch from my favourite lover before I head back to the rain but it’s fine I’ll just hibernate until it’s […]
