Gold cherry

I Thought of Jack Kerouac

I thought of Jack Kerouac Today as I entered The public library Eyes down Rolling Rolling Along the tiled floors Pen warm Tucked between My ear and skull
Cherry

Your hand in mine

Your hand in mine I can smell your breath from here feel its heat on my ear hair at angles against the blue wallpaper eyes open just enough to savor your smile your hand in mine

Old House

when every you take trip and pass a house on the way. doyou ever feel like this and wonder.
Cherry

The 30th of Julia

The 30th of Julia The 30th of Julia is not a sad dissected piece of forensic detritus bagged, tagged, and labelled a toe perhaps or an ear a plane crash remnant or evidence of a bad bad man

Mrs Worthington

One facilitates

The day after God flooded the earth

Days after god had flooded the earth for man's sins, a man named Jacob emerged from the water, a pious and religious man,dedicated to the word of god,

Lust

I crave the dominance of caressing the phallic pen A gentle stroke of the BIC ejects a flow Of invention, formation, imagination

The double glazing salesman 6/12

“I think I’d better go and get my scooter and follow him for a bit,” said Jennifer Jane, “I expect you’d like to come with me to make sure he doesn’t come to any harm.”

The Canoe

is a purveyor of memories, salient in its demeanor, a traveling smorgasbord of memory

The Lock Up

Across floor tiles prisoners in adjacent cells rant “Cops! Pigs!” and other well-used names

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