Poems

welcome to the party

no shore there’s only sea it’s all roundabouts and swings clinging on to the kitchen sink in a swamp of swirling ink lost in the irony all the snakes and...

orange chips

'orange chips' original typewriter poem by mjr

the lost art of discussion

is it not ok that we disagreeget in the bin get in the seait's the modern way to beretreat retreat retreata maze to amaze, echo, repeata mirror with some buttonsbury...

even the leaves

blending reflections of me from the shards of this brawl into something you see hanging on a wall for every second we bleed through the darkness we crawl with the...

some endless sea

is it set in the concrete or tossed on the breeze with the leaves are we tied to the tracks with no going back or floating lost here on some...

a second

breathe now look outgive it a second and the future is presentand what was once present is pastwhat was once a laughis just the echo and a laugh you hadso...