public school rap

Song inspired by my chat with Michael who I met on train journey in India. We talked about my youth at public school. I hope to perform this and put it on u-tube someday.
Gold cherry

Double Debra

When Debra walked out on him on Thursday afternoon, Joseph knew just the sounds she would make as she left: the stamp down the stairs, the pause to put on her coat, the slam of the flat door.

Adolf II

Adored by a sinking Fatherland, Drums and thousands of Hitler Youth once lined flower streets, One by one he lost his jewels, Lying outside his bombed bunker,

Muse

Half of a poem, As if this flesh never materialised, Is it about saving this messy planet? Kennedy would say something grand, Underneath I agonise that this piece is too bland.

Passion

Pout, Angle, just right for a smack, Stand back, Stroke his tanned hand, Inside you are giggling like a comedian, Ogle the curve of his lips, Nervous,

Clouds

I remember the twisty path leading up to the tiny cottage, the smell of roses around the door. I opened the door which creaked slightly, the smell of the coal fire greeted me.

(T)haiku

what it says...

Trisha's Interior Monologue

It could be true. There was in language a meaning, a truth, that I could not deny. But God told me the truth, that was a simple fact. How did I verify the truth of God though?
Cherry

The Crow and I

I am no vegetable ...
Cherry

Polite

Apartment is polite for flat. Loft conversion is polite for extra rent. Patio is polite for nothing grows. My grandmother was polite to people who weren’t in our immediate family.

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