Poems
I don’t write rhyming poetry. Get over it. My poems are distinctly odd. They’re just words and thoughts really – that’s why I tend to write them more than actual coherent stories. Call them the map of my head, if you want.
When there are a few more of them I may try and put them into categories, but as the following two are rather self pitying, and inspired by Jeff Noon and the bleakness of life, I really don’t see the point at the moment.
Here they are, in no particular order:
