It was red wine streams  which flowed me to their grave    I only wished to tell them   how much I missed them,  but there was something  in the Welsh air, which  stopped my lips from moving    The closest bar  was a lifetime away,  who told the barmaid...

Look, folks, nobody knows hyperbole better than me—believe me. People are always telling me, “Sir, you’re the greatest ever. In history. Maybe ever.” And it’s true! I know words, I have the best words. Some people might even say...

Saturday's sunset  cracked the pavements of my skin,  I only flirted with the waitress  to keep my mouth moving    Becoming mute was just a covenant  between redemption, forgiveness and  the snow – shuffling into dark clouds  -  waiting to fall backwards     The rainshiver smells of Thursday  dreaming of...