The ghost room

We moved into the house in the November.
Cherry

Samantha

“You see I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue, anyway...the thing is what I really mean – yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen...” Bernie Taupin

Dark night

dark night boogedy bear stares a ragged sentinel standing strong against the dark night with stark zipper scars and fur caught with burs a staunch veteran of the playground,

Victory

Victory somnambulant soldiers march for days on end surly faced and straight laced, sleepless and strong against the dreary backdrop of dusty sky

It's a cat's garden

I was a little flower, dancing in the breeze Until a big fat cat pissed upon my leaves He waddled off as proud as punch To find a juicy bird for lunch.

The Dead Start Fires

I went on a three day vodka bender. And when I awoke God spoke to me, Through the medium of a kettle, Through the medium of the classified football results. And this is what he said:
Poem of the week

Rusted Guns of Milan

Upside down on a meat hook, you stole my heart away; with the petrol fumes and the cigarettes, the baying crowd and the suffragettes.

jazz or sex or soup

We are travelers in Virtuallia: (echoes of apparitions in the crowd) post-hip, post-censorship pornographic sky-scraper minds taking the silicon Jesus trip "kill your radio"

Apple sauce

Apple Sauce O pig, o pig I do regret I ate you with some vinaigrette I'm naughty, sinful, I must be mad I know what I did was terribly bad And now of course, it's far too late

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