Whispers In The Isolation Of Yesterday’s Mistakes – Unhinged Poem

We forgave the darkness when it came, for it rode upon the horse without a name, a twisted version of a children’s fable, dirty birdie covered in vomit, hedonistic cowards standing in a row, whistling the song that must be sung, words without words, drums without a drum, my magnificent beauty, my final reprieve, septembers …

What Is It I Wanted From Me – Unhinged Poem

Stability given through rhythm, the dancing dwarfs, the spinning women, a sea of fish swimming without purpose, I asked, but never received, spectacular colours, polystyrene coated dreams, choking me, my hands, my pain, let me in, or let me be free.