Where I’ve been

Where I’ve been. Not many people even know. Not even friends I talk to. If they are even friends at all. Where I have been. I’ve been on the dock near Humber street, Staring at the floating feet, That used to belong to me and him, Footsie under the table by the bin, I stare … Continue reading Where I’ve been


Your body, real, Solid. Your shadow seen, Grey, Dark around the sketching. Your body, real, A solid, Oxygen, atoms. Your body real, Legs, move, walk, Feet, drop, stomp, I lift your arms, Up Then Down They don't flop, because you look at me strangely and tense them. Your body real, Blood, A liquid, Bones a … Continue reading Vanish