Look at me My face red, adamant, Refusing to bruise or swell Someone I once knew well Used to call it whaling Strange, to know well once Time passes, Change hands out new... read more
So inspired was I today, that after reading some of Mister Conways words when wired to the web that I started thinking like him - like - in that very distant resemblance sorta way and not... read more
She admits the truth to her self Glad that the chapter is changing The girl that stood behind the railings Is now in the street dancing Embittered only... read more
I saw four dead pigeons in one waterfall The children gazed then played With nothing Or little to say Changing focus and attention and direction ... read more
As light slowly laps the floorboards, How wonderful it would be To soak up sunshine Drench every cloth and rag With the brightness Squeeze it ... read more
Ipso Facto Home is where I'm not, Racing pylon lines and hedgerows, I watch, as an occasional barn, House or tractor Smudge passed Like lipstick lost on glass ... read more
Reluctant tears spill from my eyes. They roll off my face and turn the dusty khaki of my top into a dark brown. It looks like wet cement. Coming back to it, I ponder the inaccuracies... read more
Sickness I feel sick and twisted, And sort of confused. I want to run near to nowhere, But I don’t think I can move. ... read more