felt pains and struggles, misery
spring up like little geysirs.
All sound and language, imagery
was there for me to see,
was shown by others openly
it was the golden key.
A mirror had been put in place
presenting my own heart,
reflected back at moderate pace
deciphering MY art.
What was impossible to do
a stranger here presents:
my innermost and ah, so true
my soul’s predicaments.
Confusion leaves, not to return
and loneliness abates,
another mind, free to concern
itself with secret states.
one needed to take all that modern medicineand science had to offer to prevent,prolong, improve and otherwise enhancethe human misery into something much more serene.The’d taken at the firehouse his pulse,and measured how much pressure it did make,‘this little heart of his, at rest and on the mill.Sinister faces then prescribed the wonder pill,it’s what…
I shall send all my stuffwrapped in tinsel and fluffand I’ll wear my new re-enforced coat.It is strange and a bit of a painto see brethren tied down by a chain.But there’s nothing amissin my own private bliss,it will never include Courtney Kane.
in the poet world’s rumble and tumblehe has millions of words up his sleeve.And he twists them and shapes their behindsthen he kisses their curves and their skin,as the poem then labours and grindshe will dream of the day he will win.There is no one who writes quite the samenor will searchers discover a manwho…
‘Bloomin’ Alzheimer’, they cried,voices subdued, of course.So I took my teddy and went,after all I must be grateful, very,as they have taken me in, at last.No one would, at the time, no one.Doc said that I was really losing it,losing what? I think he meant the years,as we get older we do, of course.Must be…
I have sworn to forget to rememberit’s at night, in my dreams, that we meet.
when I cleaned her with careboth our bodies were bareand the ending was simply amazing.I had planned to go drink in the pub,but her wink called me into the tub.Playing ‘chase submarine’we got utterly cleanand there wasn’t a glitch or a rub.
