I was thinking of calling her Emmy

in that small chamber to confess,or cry my tearswhile grippingwith numb fingertipsthe wailing wall.I come to you,my dear old friendto ask advice.I’ve travelled longand often tookthe hilly roads,due to the viewsand thenthe pleasure ofdescendinginto valleys,with a well earned ease.I took to resting under trees,’twas always hardto leave their pleasant company,and I preferred to reachthe outskirts…

through the window peeks the sunthere it is, another ONE.Is it someone having funknowing not that every ONEis a cousin to the Punit is likely he would shunlight of day, so he would runso when things are said and doneintellect there must be nonecould I have another ONE.

he’d ventured far, a man so brave,had thought it a small drain.Without a sound small geysers spat,the path lost all its friction,no need to smell an ugly rator face post-haste eviction.The fit was snug twixt tepid walls,the ground now wide awake,he’d left outside his trusted ballsin case there was a quake.

creme fraîche, filled is the reservoirfor wild adventures, très noir.All good intentions, gliding insweet welcome, name is Endocrin.As rhythmic mitochondria danceeach in and out, a second glance.

Forty-seven ‘Wonderbra”s seen,‘Love-in’, ‘Acid’ and the ‘Miniskirt’ line,was in sixty-five, that’s fourteen yearsafter ‘Brainwashing’ and then ‘Fast Food’anyone think that we are in arrears,or is mankind constantly in the moodto make up new words like ‘concerted drive’,change language and meaning to be rather hollow‘Old Fogey’ and ‘Underwhelmed’ and ‘Jive’,And ‘Dipples’, ‘Recliner Pumpkins’ to follow.Aussie expressions:…

only its never-ending flutter lets us sharea bit of time upon this planet, where we meetso many creatures and, above all real humanswho all do strive to stay as long as they’re allowedthey fiddle with their health and look at cardiac lumensand hope the gods remember what the sheep have vowed.There is a little thing…