Cherry

Blind Angel

Sat on a wall with a blind angel. I’d spent the day with the wrong boy and now I had to pay for it; now I had to explain to the blinded one. “Sooo…? What happened?” “Nothing.”

Together

You leave again and there is silence in my world. As your smiles gently drift to the ground, I curl up; No sound. Just thoughts of you. Beautiful thoughts of love, laughter , tears;

Crisis at Christmas

A lonely Christmas for Terry................

I SHUT MY EYES .....

I shut my eyes, an image comes An image comes unbidden, Pictures play inside my mind Of things I wish were hidden. I sense a brooding presence Within its darksome hole,

Hannah's Angel is Still on the Go.

Contribution to a seasonal campaign, regrettably still necessary it seems.

"the imprint of your tongue"

...leaving its secrets under its underbelly...
Cherry

A fragment

She walks into the drawing room, her footsteps falling silent as she moves from the parquet of the corridor to the room's thick carpet.

Time has come oh Father Christ!

The poem is about moral and spiritual degrradation of humanbeing

The Room

A man goes to work to provide and his cunt stays at home to raise a son of a bitch to hate his father for working. The man moves to Cambodia.

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