Poems from Dylan Moran
shower heads sprinkle love and life between skin of sixteen year olds as they discover lustbeginning to trust hormones and pheromones as...
rich hands account for numbers to keep track of time,
with each tick the capital takes care until the sands spiral down to the last wear...
in the pages of this dusted book I find myself gutted as particles of the obstacle articles find flight into air. the cover reads "...
I am a hibernating bear, my strength is hidden. The world as of right now doesn't need my peak. My potential shines through but I refuse to...
my steps are like magic, when I spin it's like a saxophone dancing from left to right.I try to move swiftly and not panicI find confidence...