Latitude
I think of us fading. In that old house. Sometimes, listening to music, through silence. Van Morrison for me. A Prince for you. Tea, cigarettes. The occasional flicker.
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Lenten Observance (A Play) Act II
Act II Scene I Act I The sitting-room Easter Saturday a year later Afternoon (Mark is watching football on TV)
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'Bold Knaves Thrive..'
it's just one of my favourite quotes... Minor edit 8 September 2011
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Pure Poetry
Jiving through his act like a tap-dancer on crack, he narrowly avoids the circle of tea-lights in paper bags marking out the central ‘stage’.
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Tonight You Die
"You'll tell your mom. You're a mama's boy..."
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Seven days are rainy days
Some Days Are Rainy Days When I was young, I dreamed of today; All the friends I would have And the things we would say. It was all quite dramatic, Since it came from a child.
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See you la'er, Love Madeleine
Dear Everyone I am glad I get the chance to write you because I understand how much it means to you, even if it's just to hear from me.
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Miscarried
Life, I whisper Into her tiny blonde ear, Made you spread them In a dust cart Somewhere in Slough And now,cramped tight Crabbed with fear You think of carnies, Circus folk
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1
I am alone and simple I have only one thought – that I am - that I am the opposite of not. There is only me in my world. A single stream of light in a void.
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Inside
With you inside. This bed. Undressed. And the radio humming. We fit each other, as if new socks. Tight and taut. Our eyes then take a trip, coaxed by feel. We are nothing, but
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