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Bukowski

free form poetry, existential, temporal

Mysterious Demise of Lily

a mystery poem

Doors

She's looking in the mirror

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He wouldn't look me in the eye, no matter what I said he couldn't look at me. 'Was it worth it?' He cringed, and laughed a sort of ridiculous laugh '...

Coma/new car smell

probably my best poem

Heatwave

Blazing, raging, burning and bright. Heat so intense, it just doesn't feel right. Sweat on the brow, the back and the neck. Bring on the winter, cold...

Love At First Sight

It was love at first sight you see doctor: I found it hidden it a snug little corner and I wanted to take it home. Make it mine. I've always wanted a...

S Vince and Stu - Secret Agents

Vince and Stu - Secret Agents Day 1. The hotelier was an old woman who might have been pretty once. She might also have been ugly. It was difficult...

The foreplay was weird

affection&;#063; lovey dovey kissy kissy. + blood

Asleep in the garden is where you'll find me now

kind of a junkie dream. a recollection&;#063; i dont know. there is no point.

Induced delirium

a morphine haze in the summer

Egyptian cotton sheets...

A young woman musing about why her life requires that she always keep extra sheets in her trunk...

Accidental wish

somebody works in mysterious ways

Uncommon mistakes and a way to pass the time at5am

human folly. an obession with sound. how far removed from serenity must one be to experience it&;#063

How Modern

a poem about human destruction and the fear of not progressing.

Circle of Fate

Stuck in a endless circle, A Celtic knot of sorts, Where attitude determines fate, Yet situations complicate. When attitude is based on events,...

The Gladiator

Speed poem

My Selfishness

My head stupidly ruled my heart

My Love

You know God brought us together. Through favoured winds Lifted us clear of the blue So that we too, might feel the truth Of the mirror. So don't...

Newborough Beach ? Summer 2002

No I won't forget this day This luminous day We stepped into the Golden West When it seemed for the width Of an afternoon We might lay all our fears...

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