I haven’t found my poisoned honey poem yet – it was in a set list from early last year I think. It will turn up, I hope. In the meantime I thought I might write some new material based on some of my favourite phrases.
A haiku Golden words drip from your mouth like poisoned honey. Slowly killing truth. Not plain sailing Words are like sharp coral setting traps for the unsuspecting sailor. So many ways to trip up: disclose what you'd wish had remained hidden. With each syllable facades fall away and we are left naked anchored in truths.