This isn't a time for resolutions Instead settle my mind into the big city full of sad and wet faces I can tell the moaning next door is from pain. I can hear him through the wall, the voice comes... Continue Reading →
The street sections here Without light Wander through them Each step in the footprints Of overconfident monsters At home I don't butter my bread Or sing in the shower I promise to make tea Build a fire and create something... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 