Human & Unnamed Draft (Poems)

It’s my birthday! So here are some poems!


Lying, as an amorphous
shape, shifting by degrees
as the world spins
on the end of a pin.

Unnamed Draft

The world within us,
warm hearts, trousers
clinging in behind the

The fuzz-buzz of
flies and bee’s, the hum
of traffic from
the bypass.

Rounds of ice,
wheeling our hands
around maps and
tapping keys.

Dripping onto the orders,
flicking plane tickets
idly between thumb
and forefinger.

‘Default? Their fault,’
we mumble,
thinking about all that

But it’s all flowers
and trees, sitting at
a pleasant twenty five



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