Ritual

First, the anger. Fingernails scrape lightning on a blackened sky.
Cherry

Slade and Wham at Christmas

and you hear Slade and Wham and Driving Home for Christmas by Chris Rea.

Visiting Hour

Bloody Motorbikes

I had too much to dream last night

There are many people who have died in my sleep. This morning my brother did. Dropped to his feet on the phone and my mother cried god in a shop and they wanted us to leave but put us on a sofa.
Cherry

"decorated in perfume"

a seven string haiku
Cherry

unshaven man at a window

I’m not sure what I’m dancing to.
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In Another Life

“There is a better place,” she says. Tells me it’s my call. Up to me to decide where that will be.

Holily Cloth

Poverty gives you holily clothes Mainly because you cannot afford new clothes

Free will and determinism

Harder to work out Than which one is Ant And which one is Dec

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