Blade Runner
Little black tap,
Running down my leg.
Pulsing out troubles,
I don't even have.
9th December 2004
Anywhere From Now
Such an odd sense of loss,
When really nothing yet has gone.
Except our wish to build over
The gaps which have fallen further.
Yet I sit and miss you still
This image of us; What never will.
30th September 2007
Little black tap,
Running down my leg.
Pulsing out troubles,
I don't even have.
9th December 2004
Anywhere From Now
Such an odd sense of loss,
When really nothing yet has gone.
Except our wish to build over
The gaps which have fallen further.
Yet I sit and miss you still
This image of us; What never will.
30th September 2007