Blankets of darkness enclose a chamber of ice, warmth a myth and comfort a distant song untouched, with a price. Every joint has a rolling joint every roll a different role a spark that bonds yet chokes gives life

Coffee Shop

A phone call, a text and another sky tastes the same cup or fields a lie. Butter oozes over toasted sighs a crisp, steamy rumour rises and dies.


  The memories are only landscapes painted by another Time slipped through the ring And my yesterdays looked like someone else's tale His story not mine. And yet here I'm not here Still an outsider;...