Mark Heathcote

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My stories

Life is like a leather bicycle seat

Life is like a leather bicycle seat

Harvey’s: Lullaby…

Harvey, Harvey, drives a red, Ferrari… Around; St. Peters Square. Eating an apple or a pear He really, really, doesn’t care. He’ll drive it right around there—I swear…!

The path of a six year old believer!

Love, in absence Where did “He” go? Out for a pack of Marlboro cigarettes Or to join the latest cabaret, pantomime show. Who amongst us would know? Didn’t “He” say his love?

The winner’s line!

Let us cruise death like a car Out of control Short on every bend Like a time limit you’ll Never befriend Red light broken, fender What is still avoidable? What is there left to pretend

The path of a believer

Love in absences Where did He go? For a pack of cigarette’s Who amongst would still know? He said his love Would be eternal But, it was just another Cyanide pill; banal.

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