A starving artist the bitter taste repeating empty plate of mine.
I'm hungry
2020
Going it alone eating, drinking, and sleeping inside the vacuum.
It's dusty in here
2020
Humble pie for all the proof is in the pudding it’s a piece of cake.
Just deserts
2020
You don’t get my jokes conversation dries quickly my laptop and me.
Tough crowd
2020
Smarties in a tube breathe on me, cough in my ear Northern line morning.
Via Bank
2020
There’s nobody here echos bounce from cold damp walls the office grows dark.
WFH
2020