ALL THAT GLITTERS IS NOT GOLD

Cotton , soft and white Descending from the sky Shooting sta Scaring the hell out of me Driving in the dessert sun Mirage deceives me Cotton wool Soft Touched it & was cold But burns

Just a jib

There ain't nothing to be explain when there's nothing to explain...
Cherry

First Drink

It started badly, his hand, bulging with anger Gripping mine too tight Pulling me to the car Slamming the door, (in a way I was always told not to) Screeching on hot tires, gravel spurting
Cherry

Knickers

Six years later After the frantic fervour of lust After the shared washing basket After the sleepless nights of newborn bliss Six years later
Cherry

Random poem of abandonment

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways Well, thing is I don’t. Put your fingers and toes away and sit back down. He is eating the dinner I have cooked at the table I have cleaned.
Cherry

Vissi d'Arte

(Edit 7.05.2010) Bankside - Tate Modern...

Epic Song

I am the song of dark dark dark I am the bloody neck of lamb I am the scent that hires the shark I am the horn of dithyramb I am the scavenged breast of hope I am the flower of the war

Irrelevant remarks about the weather.

The futility of things.

Nothing's a moving

emotions behind everyday objects in still life
Cherry

Extraordinary Expedition

It was like a lingering pandemic There was no escape from its presence We stretched our legs, muscles paralyzed in slumber Clutching to the hopes we were sleeping giants Underneath it all

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