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RED RED WINE

Intended to be a light-hearted poem.

Zeitgeist

Then the LORD said to Moses, ?What is that in your hand?? ?A staff he replied?. The Lord commanded, ? Throw it to the ground. It became the serpent.?

yesh yam

?Though to Art, Oh Palm On this foreign soil? Jorge Loui Borges in Averroes

A January Day in London

Crossing one of Londons many grime grey bridges, Watching spirits escape on a freezing winters night. My mind wanderng to Moodisons many dreary...

D is for Death (Chapter 4)

a painting nicked, a man walks on the moon, Finn licks honey from a razor, sweet revenge

C-And a fairy tale (Chapter 3)

The violinist plays a love song

insomnia

The wind under the bridges will be soft as horses, and she'll sleep. Soft eyelashes on sleeping bombs that wait to blow the fuses from the stars.

"sonnet2"

your hair, your face, your lips, your hands this mirror made these distant lands your whispered words are like a lyre plucked at night by beauty's fire the path you tread is like a lake a pebble falls and leaves a wake the stars at night pavane the sky the planets spin in their reply two hearts, two souls a path not started this past and present life departed all time and space will slip away as all your splendour will display that you and I may be as whole and watch as we invert the bowl `T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova

UNFORGETTABLE

He was unforgettable. He was flaming scorching hot.

SO COLD THE NIGHT

Dying for you to breathe love into me.

OUT OF TIME

Light-hearted poem.

JUST THE WAY YOU ARE

I guess it's just the way it is: You weave such magic over me, That fills me with such longing, To a dangerous degree.

Batter's Cakes

Great cakes,small town

A - Night Bird

Another page from my dear diary,January 6, 2004
Cherry

H.M.O.

A fictionalised version of Brighton life in a house of multiple occupation. Written saccharine sweet cynical for entry in a Council run competition.
Cherry

The Most Irritating Boy In The World

Irritating us boys especially when we're young

Lansdowne Place

A list of all the places I've ever lived in Brighton and Hove. I wrote this as a farewell to Brighton (I couldn't afford to live there any more). If you want to find out more about the Cat House squat, read 'A true ghost story'. GirlFrenzy, mentioned in the story, was a magazine I used to run... not a porn mag, but a zine with comic strips and articles by women. This 'story' was written as a spokenword piece at a GirlFrenzy night.

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