He would be wide eyed Leg shaking Painfully embedded into the black and white lines He would be retro, a true classic That old 'skool' word we should never spell with a 'k' Because it shows our age He would be boiling with steam Burning the lips of all who dare to get close … Continue reading Coffee by Eli Oko
And the things they say about love echoed with every clap. It’s unpredictable and cold even at its warmest Held hostage in the only place she can't grow daisies Clap, Clap, Clap It’s unfathomable even when explained, in detail Its criss crosses and squiggly lines Among the straight and narrow paths Are like a paved … Continue reading Applause by Eli Oko
The first time I saw her… Everything in my head went quiet. All the tics, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. When you have Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. Even in bed, I’m thinking: Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did I wash my hands? Yes. Did I lock the doors? … Continue reading OCD by Neil Hilborn
Another Fly On The Wall 