January Escape

Haiku
Cherry

No Going Back

Bitter Memories
Cherry

Google Worship (inspiration point)

Google Worship (12th January, 2009, 9.52am) There Is No God Greater Than The Great God Google... Every day I pray that You will show me the way
Cherry

That toddler in Tesco

You are that toddler in Tesco dragging its feet out the front of the pram,tripping up blind old women,that piece of popcorn that looked like someone I can’t quite figure out who irritating.

What was lost

The faces the spaces the places you sit in with one hand outside and the other on another plane where the head meets the sky, where dreams and reality cohabit on an altogether more realistic level.

Becoming

Becoming (11th January 2009, 9.08pm) Pain like fire, through veins, burns strong and wild as I twist the mortal coil one final, forbidden turn. Swift goodbye. Fire like ice, cracks veins;

London 1966

And fastidious; a Connoisseur I hunted for REAL school boy's treasure; the ‘King Conker.’
Cherry

Chicken Soup 11_01_09

This is a soup to herald Winter turning to Spring. White sky, orange sun, deep Winter green of the snowdrop shoots. Hope. Not long now. Not long.

Someone's always dead

Sorry property Or someone’s always dead Even though they ended and the years bred like guinea pigs the house of what he/she did still sometimes creaks with mortgage.
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Please take his seat

He thinks, all accusing, at the profile in the next seat, the luggage rack rattling defensive snake. He thinks, yes sweetheart under your ass is a ring of conceits.

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