Another cigarette ash television serial filled advert analysing cupboard...– Lemn Sissay Going Places.
I asked for his hat and he gave me his umbrella
Whenever I read a book or a poem Jimmy, I find odd sentences that I absolutely love. Usually they are some sort of obscure imagery or a sentence that only makes sense within it’s own context. I like to take these sentences from their pages, from the familiar and relocate them onto the cover of books, my giant whiteboard at home, sticky note it and place it on a wall. I collect obscure...
Your words mean nothing
You told me you liked to cook But I made every meal You told me you liked my company But you never hung around You told me you liked what I had to say But always made me listen You told me you liked to read But you never picked up a book You told me we needed to stay in contact But you never rang You told me you loved me I’m sick of your words.