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Lets Call It A Day

Poem / Song about a ride on a horse called Bobby

"Heaven"

"Heaven"
Heaven is often described as golden laid streets with mansions along the sides.
It is a different thought to many as to what it looks like.
Heaven is golden streets or mansions though.

IT WAS

It was in the spring
Beneath the canopy of oak boughs

Cherry

The stairlift

“Do you believe in mermaids?” asked Don.

I was too surprised at the question to say anything at first. Don’s eyes had a dreamy look as he went on without waiting for an answer.

SEND FOR THE UNDERTAKER

Oh God I feel so old

ARE YOU WEARING A SMILE?

Are you wearing a smile?

Forbidden

I felt sorry when I found out her vagina was just an unloaded gun, still warm and with a taste of deadly powder.

sabotage at the workplace

the worker bees buzz &
the management, the authority figures,
crunch down the boots
on the backs of us all
tossing crumbs & wanting
better production, faster pace,

the workplace romance

certainly it only takes putting the hand on the burner
once
to figure out how stupid a relationship at the work place can be
to figure out how it will effect your coworkers

unthinking

as age creeps up
so does self-awareness &
as self-awareness taps one’s shoulder
so comes the cloak of
scrutiny---
meticulous, unrelenting,
self-scrutiny,
floods into focus &

Cherry

Water

A never ending sea voyage

Cherry

First of the gang to die - Second chapter

I think I broke his arm, sprained it maybe. I definitely felt his nose crack though, but that doesn’t matter right now.

The Atlantic Coast Express

“Bed, Christopher! You too Mandy! By yur! Now!”
Welsh intonation emphasizes my expat status.

In the Blender

Standing in me shorts (2) 20 years on.

First One, Then Two and Three (essay)

There he goes again, now climbing the tree and showing off limberness once available me. Not now for sure, my legs unruly and unsupportive, unforgiving as I lurch from one room to another.

Buy me a horsey

The hidden door. 20 years on.

Cherry

Waterloo

You’ll be there,
On the other side;
Just across the water.

I think of you,
Sitting on the edge;
Waiting.

I want to reach out.
To connect.
We meet often
Only in my head.

Cherry

Jakes Dilemma ( Part 5)

Jake finally gets the picture!

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