WHT (Parts 1 & 2)

WHT Part 1

And sometimes I wonder
Is it because of black and white photography
that when I think of the past
there are no vibrant colours

And How many times a day do
I think to myself if
I were to die right now,
well that would be alright.


WHT Part 2

What the fuck are you talking about?
We both know that poetry is
finding the extraordinary
in the mundane.

And if you equate knowledge,
I'll love you forever.
If you don't know what that means,
you haven't seen enough
Convenience Stores at 4:00 am
warm mop buckets and dingy tiles.
People trapped there who really do care
about the fleeting human contact.