Cherry

CRACKER NIGHT

The night rained streamers, Red, blue and green, Out of gunpowder clouds. We held hands Under a woolly blanket Not to keep warm But purely for our own Licentious joy.
Cherry

Holloway Rules

Is it a story? Or a something else? Maybe it's "Other" ?

Living on the Rainbow's Edge.

I don't know if I will go further with this. Looking back can be a mistake, yet as i get older I see many things more clearly.

HEY JOE!

War! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing!
Cherry

IN TIME OF WAR

War is hell

ABOUT POETRY

Poetry by a non-poet

THEY

The hippies of yesterday

THE MOTHER

What will happen to our children?
Cherry

Man Cook

My head's reeling; my hands tremble as I pour whisky into a tumbler. I wait with bottle tilted.

On Buying A Lottery Ticket

dedicated to my grandmother Dorothy, rest her soul; may I in the future prove more worthy of her abundant love There was a time when I considered it a crime against holy reason and,

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