Cooler
A cooler at a train station.
A Red Barn
surrouned on all sides by modernity.
Lights
and lights and lights and lights.
Memento Mori
A poem about death
Bots
A poem about born bots and paperclip optimisers.
Reflection
Every time I look at you.
Below this are poems that were, and still largely are still just for Jen, my lovely partner, but some of the more tame ones are available here and only here if you want to read me being sappy.
Time Marches On
The past, The present, The future
Spring
Living Time Machines
Flowery Poem
Music
Inside Your Eyes
Indomitable
Discourse on my Doubts
