Feverish Nonsense

I feel a little feverish (both metaphor and physical) There’s a flush on my cheeks (and a pain in my ear) And I’m thinking about thinking about you (An entirely different kind of you) And I’m thinking I should be thinking about work Though my mind wanders And begins its ponders On topics of distance…… Continue reading Feverish Nonsense

Drunken Poetry

i never tried before to write while pie-eyed in low light and drinking the biggest glass of shrinking spirits turned to gas and trying to rhyme a bottle of archers just in time with angry marchers round my head waving placards that say i should go to bed tomorrow is another day but its still…… Continue reading Drunken Poetry