"The first that Eve sang to in her secret moments, / And always the confidant worthy of trust..."
Author: John Clifford
The Feral Parakeet
"Puff out your chest and mimic the melodies / Of those better suited to this jigsaw piece city, / And call in their tones ‘til you can’t hear the difference..."
"Just to touch that suffusion, connect / And let all of the usual confusion disperse..."
Better Left Unsaid
"A sentence is an evil, uncanny thing..."
"This house of rusty balustrades / Sits as an echo of something better..."
"Weirdly wired, yet all akin in tiredness, / We sail through the night..."
Ode to Spaghetti Hoops
"Rich ringed panacea, made to / Foot the bill of last night’s drinks..."
"When the streets should run with romance / But all I can see is the rain in these gutters..."
To Sleeplessness and Stars
"Like a magpie bobbing round a looking glass / Searching for the source of the shine..."