Tiny Stories

Waster Waste shoots down municipal tunnels Gargles through holes Is stirred with chemicals till sterile Then pumped into the waters...

Shit Or Dirt Or Blood I was reading Bukowski again when I noticed a fleck of shit or dirt or blood on the page and I thought ...

My Body Again Disagreed With My Head I told myself that I'm happy alone Then dreamt of limbs wrapped together in bed Thus when...

Crop A crop has grown within my brain The harvest of a neural strain It bears the rotting of our faith I pluck the fruit to fill...

I first sang this song at fourteen years old Skipping class, to free my head, and walking home alone Stood upon the bridge of Spey, imagin...