Wouldn’t You?

Send me to the Sahara To the rain forests To the grandest canyons The vilest slums of London I’ll survive When I find our new world You’ll see it too With your mind’s eye From the words of a diary Somewhere A train pulls into station And someone Emerges in another realm Metamorphosis Mind and body unrecognizable … Continue reading Wouldn’t You?


In London

In London every street has a name (although it's hard to tell) And every train station has a train usually within a minute at least   In London every palace has at least seven bedrooms one for each day of the week And every king or queen has distant family members in every other European … Continue reading In London


The world is made of matter Matter made of atoms And atoms are made of themselves   The world is home to life Which demands self-satisfaction Leaving traces of the alive and dead.   The world is home to chaos Chaos full of fear and hatred And riotous greed with dedication   The world is … Continue reading Worldly