40 kilograms, plus bar. Shiny with dull bits. Cold. Grip. Chafe. Don't sweat it. 'WE' won't, because the chaff falls off.

Funny that I can slip into two people. Good cop, bad cop. A couple of diehards. It gets loud though, like a zealous mom at a PTA. The screamer, always got something to say.

Gah! So heavy!

Or tell yourself it's light, and it'll be just that!

Pff! I guess for now, it's heavy...

Take my ‘everything’

Eyes, bigger than my belly

So waste not, want not.

Take my ‘everything’

No dessert for me—thank you

I will pay the cheque.

Take my ‘everything’

I can’t exactly ‘go home’

With ‘questions, questions’

Take my ‘everything’

I’ve lost the meaning of life

No, I’m not depressed....

Each frosted crisp flake fell; fallen assassins scrambling to find a resting place in the deep of my bowl.

The masking of a plot to withhold the break of my fast, revealed that ‘only one woman’ could have left but a drop of milk, to curdle my blood....

A Poison Tree

BY WILLIAM BLAKE

I was angry with my friend;

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I was angry with my foe:

I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,

Night & morning with my tears:

And I sunned it with smiles,

And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night.

Till it bore an apple bright.

And my foe beheld it shine,

And he knew that it was mi...

It’s you. Always you. And the mob?

A million hearts, crammed in a linen liner

Wedged and pledged, eternal love.

I smooth you down, smooth-talker.

Vroom Vroom Valentine. So Mobile,

I fear your absence. I pat you tender.

Wedged and pledged, eternal love.

Well travelled. Your vibrato, a pleasant call.

It’s you. Always you. And Mob—I’ll

Speed your love. Dial it in. Speak our truth

Wedged and pledg...

Drums, bass, vocals

Flurry of keys

Play, life’s set list

With perfect harmonies

In this funky notion,

the ‘getherness is people changing.

In this funky notion,

the music’s people, rearranging.

Bass, vocals, drums

Flurry of keys

Disorganised order

A musicality

In this funky notion,

the ‘getherness is people changing.

In this funky notion,

the music’s people, rearranging.

Vocals, drums, ba...

If wishes fell like rain

Then certainly, I am a storm.

My open ear you’d gain

My truest form. In the storm’s eye

No wish could I deny

Our calm. You ask, I satisfy.

If wishes fell like rain

Then certainly, you’d ask again.

With certainty not chance

You would dance, drenched, to my thunder.

Clothed in drops of wonder

My stirred heart, a cloud you’d plunder....