Dear beast,

It’s me, nothing.

How was your journey?

I don’t mean to patronise,

But I’ve been right there.

The charm of your roar,

Blistered by consequence.

The sparkle of your teeth,

Now thread through mistake.

Your actions now compiled,

Like pillows against that red door.

You’ve fed on morality long enough,

It’s time to choose.

Roam freely to an early grave,

Or repent back to your mother’s v...

Have you ever been in love?

Begin again, lonely mass,

Your star trail is home.

Wipe clean the journey of your return,

The daylight screams upon you.

Carry the weight of a missing limb,

Flailing from your feet.

You’ll smoothe through the sand one day,

I promise.

One step Infront of the other,

The tides will embrace you.

Have you ever been in love?

Did it remind you of a setting sun?...

I’ve been hankering against a subtle pressure,

Reaching up walls of my throat, that continue to fill up the pit in my stomach.

A phantom press, squeezing a good day away like a rabbit from the fox.

Maybe I’m just irrational, paranoid by stability.

See, statistically, every grouping of people, also known as mates, as the years go by, seems to always indefinitely feature some sort of tragedy.

Twen...

I wish I knew what was going through the mind of that horse,

having bucked it’s owner to the lake.

Was it an accident?, a local spook?,

Or was it a conscious move, that he had no choice but to take.

The horse, as stone, glares to the icy plunge,

Swaying slightly to the wind that flutters through his mane.

This was no tragedy, this was purpose,

Bred from a lifetime of endurance, maltreatment and...

With every passing step.

I forget more on where I’ve been.

It must be morning surely.

Perhaps the best I’ve ever seen.

What a night, what a feeling,

I’d do it all over again.

Dancing the night away forever,

With my love, my family, my friends.

But it begs the question, can I ask, where I am?

Was there something else in that joint?

The shadow of a sun dial clips my leg,

As a mother tells her chil...

Is it a hand?

What else could it be?

Maybe it’s left over from Halloween.

It’s January.

When’s the last time you recycled?

You don’t know me.

Charming.

Do we call the police?

We don’t even know If it’s real.

What about all that meat and blood spewing out of it?

Could be a college film, price of student fees nowadays I’m sure they have decent props.

And the smell?

I think that’s just me.

Ahh ri...