Mental Health...

It was the year 1942. The two soldiers dragged themselves wearily through the never ending stretch of mud.

The swarm on the Seine attacks its calm. For never a more lovelier sight seen Than you at dawn - please clock, no alarm! The soul of my companion you have been,

Her eyes are oval black and sultry; I see them swear with every thought. while rich lust broil's within my soul contained within her slow rolled slender walk.

Yellow magic smile a thousand days that could have been, And this hell I write in would not have been realised! Dizzy inducing smile that I wish I had not seen,

Will Elsie Scraggit end up disgraced and abandoned in Brighton?

i want to hold your face between my hands and study it like goddard jump-cutting to the back of sebergs head in a speeding car attempting to capture the beauty of sunlight