Just cos I ain’t settled for a life of hustling,bustling on the scrounge -‘I’m a lucky sod.’Felt the skin of a four-leaf clover,or the itch ….
Tag: poetry
Pairs of eyes rovetoxic in naturein savvy glancesincomplete jots.At once alarmed,by harum scarumsof folk crowdingin sap-like waterparrying headstrong.Left to consider oaths,garish on-field and sky,they muster ….
I am afraid,that I may implode on myself. Broken pieces scattered across the floor; my vulnerability exposed,for all the moths to latch on to. I am afraid,to ….