A Poem That I Texted
With pub fire calling, its warmth tempting all in, Molly, through the rain she yet led.
A Mem’ry ‘Pon A Corner Of My Mind
Neurotaclismic chasmmind find pain in memorandemonia
On The First Day Of October
Alit along the current air did fall, in feath’ry glide, a-whilst my coffee waits, a crow.
The Matthew Spreads Its Wings
In screeching seagull song sounds out senescent afternoon.
On The 16th Of September
The road runs riv’ring currents, coursing crashless swirls of traffic.
