The breakaway island of Europe
The rogue nation that seeks to sail west towards the Americas
Whose inhabitants know not the sun, and barbeque defiantly in the rain
The land where, we’re and were are oft mixed up, as though the same
The Great Britain [o]
Given my track record
It is safe to say
That I shall be hungry
Next week [o]
I’m not worried about the spiders.
It’s the spider-eating, shark-riding, snake-charming, kangaroo-fighting crocodiles…
…that keep me up at night [o]
Technically, it was…
A pair of misbehaving new socks…
A new pair of misbehaving socks…
A misbehaving pair of new socks…
A new misbehaving pair of socks…
Anyway, the socks sucked!
So I shall make a fresh attempt this evening
With fresh socks [o]
Not up to much today.
At least, that is the plan.
I’m still not exactly sure
Where you live.
So I can route my run
Down your street
And you can fling open the window
And scream –
“Run Forest, Run!!!” [o]
The cozy warmth of a fleece blanket
Tucked in bed, the hum of a fan
The silence of my thoughts in darkness
All around, the things I love
(And think I love)
And yet alone, all alone
And all at once,
Beloved [o]
Cakes and biscuits for breakfast?
Sure, why not?
The above statement takes –
5 months to write
4 minutes to type out
3 seconds to read
2 seconds to form an opinion.
I know what you’re thinking
Do it! Do it now! [o]
Walk away, why don’t you?
You heard me the first time
Oh no, you didn’t!
This isn’t a game.
Yea, you better walk away
Again [o]
Summer sun
Crossing the bridge
Trains running below
A lifetime of service,
Now silent decay
All turn to rust
And stardust [o]
dokieo 