Skin defines the boundary. Perception and perception rent and when i am an old lady bent, over and walking , (the weight of a platinum watch a burden now)
That blocking software comes complete with a political agenda. Do you REALLY want that&;#063;
Not one of my 'Hats Off' poems, but song lyrics. Just remembered I said I'd put them up here.
Meaning 'I hate and I love' but here they are the names of two vagabonds stopping at a hotel
His confessional is a musty dusty cupboard of sundries in the Parish hall. No prie dieu for contrite bended knee we sit together side by side.
I flung that red rose at you on St. Valentine's Day. I flung you around in my arms in the park like we were lovers in a true love story. I flung you...
The noise from the bus Interrupted us As we spoke today As we do And if I was single I would ask you out
Last one, and it'll be rosier by Friday. Man interviews turtle. Wants to use shell for metaphor.
More accusations against mankind, who, the poet suggests, are whores without their hats
The hard sell technique of the salesman beneath one's very hat - laid bare