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My stories

Press

Wanting ways to measure the broken pulses of her junkyard mind is as fitful as walking on needles Where sleep ends her terror will begin for she is a scored land that trips and swallows

Hats

I met Lille in Belgium. Hair in a bun. She tested the current, of the incoming squall, by kissing me like a man. Oh windy town of Ostend. The blue and red, of an unmade bed.

The First Bliss

January 1987. And the number one song in heaven. 'Reet Petite' by Jackie Wilson. The radios of Berwick Street market, chiming crackled soul. And do you remember? it was the worst for years.

Family Life

There's indentations, on the chipboard wall. From bedposts, punched sex, and addiction. Take away menus, on the door mat. Glossing over red gasbills. Her birthday card.

April 12th And The Hard Boiled Egg

And all these tears that I have steamed whilst sitting here These past years and a day has caught up with me My runaway trains * I'm sporting a recognised grin

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