About to put pen to paperit hits me, and I wonderhow many poets have wroteabout going to some partywith a guy called Dean Moriarty?My recent visit to Yeats gravewhen Benbulbin hidin low cloudI found ...
Lets not ignore the kicksthat swing wildly past usthey might strike yeton their way back.Lets not use bricksto defend ourselves from the fussour only friends our petslets use them to attack.
Can you not feel my pain!Your words stingI am fallingsoaked with tearslike being chased by bees in the raineach of us looking for shelterbut we harm each otherbecause of naturewe fall to drownme and ...
I am watching the tvRobson Green is a cop.There is a man pointing a gun at Robson’s headBut Robson isn’t scaredHe is calling the man a coward.I am fearing for Robson’s lifeThe man might shoot him in ...
With every grimace of painAnd reddening of skin, as blood.Flows in to localised areas ofMy arms and my chest and my legs.I hold in my head, a dream of daysWhen I will decend from the ceilingInto your...
When you knockthe righteous chip on your shoulderand it sends you flyingit is only me who noticesyour stumble, ormaybe everyone elsejust cant believe it happened.So they delete as is appropriateto th...
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