Ms Pavlova

Where am I? Nobody gets married here No-one gets out It’s a machine of misery and doubt Police sirens sound like boiled eggs in goes a finger In goes a hand into the boiling water to get one out Angry birds caw into the night someone stopped them in their flight to a faraway shoreContinue reading “Ms Pavlova”

What good there was has been swallowed by time

Thinking about things Pulling on my heart strings unforeseen consequences finding a new tune to play on my fiddle is not happening but ¬†then again what is is passing by without leaving a trace except for the hiccups I make on the canvas that was¬†blank. It’s not that I don’t think of cathedrals just notContinue reading “What good there was has been swallowed by time”