trolly tracks

Cemeteries - In The Trees

Mother's House

Triple Seven

Just Like Sunday

*fades to black

co-written by my wonderful friend (& one of my favourite poets) matt sutton. 

turn me upside down 
& shake my dreams out 
of my pockets 
i don’t need them now 
i’ve got a desk with 
my name on it 
this pile of paper grows 
i’ve never looked at a page 
but i don’t get rid of them 
just in case 

give my body to the city 
where i was born 
leave it out for 
all the citizens 
when they’re bored 
to look at, & make 
what they want 
of the life i had 
no, i probably didn’t have

the life i had

the smallest one