More Words Than We Deserve
A poem about the beauty and pitfalls of being lazy-hearted… Base metals, scabby-knees, petri dishes, crucibles, hand grenades and my ongoing propensity for not sleeping alone, at any cost.
I recorded this for The Huffington Post for Valentines Day, even though its a bit sceptical really.
Also, I look wierd. I always look wierd. Soz.