They are all in the Vortex
I live in a dustbin littered with gold
You can tell its art-my Grandfather said- because there are no people in it
I was watching Line of Duty
Drop, beat, drop, beat, drop
Time flies
The beautiful smallness you feel when gazing up at the sky and realising, somewhere
up there, is a boat that never moves
Its behind you
Drop, beat, drop, beat, drop
Love is a verb
Gravy
Clit
Ramen
Telling talk from mutter is like telling Stork from butter
Drop, beat, drop, beat, drop
On the bad days, please read this
Your legacy is not yours-
I think about profiting from your death more than I probably should
Lou Reed- As I entered a lock on my Satellite of Love !!! narrow boat xx
I am begging Mars to write a line, I tell them, the poem needs them, he needs you
satellite circling a satellite of love.
LOOK UP!
