Thursday, 29 October 2009
Friday, 23 October 2009
Saturday, 17 October 2009
My Mistress Ocean (Poetry)
The bittersweet taste
Of cold ocean air
Is a tragedy.
It stirs even old tasters
With false freshness;
Then drowns love with salt.
Of cold ocean air
Is a tragedy.
It stirs even old tasters
With false freshness;
Then drowns love with salt.
Walls (Poetry)
There are too many fucking walls,
When, really, one was enough.
Why pretend that things are easy
When you can make them tough?
When, really, one was enough.
Why pretend that things are easy
When you can make them tough?
Saturday, 10 October 2009
Stars (Poetry)
I would love to stare at stars;
Beautiful little pinpricks of light
Forever out of my reach,
And mind, and sight.
Beautiful little pinpricks of light
Forever out of my reach,
And mind, and sight.
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
Train (Poetry)
Three men sat abreast
And the wheels screamed
To the ferns;
To nothing but the ferns.
Three men:
One young, one old, one older,
And nothing shared between them.
The wheels went on screaming,
Through the silence,
But only to the ferns.
And the wheels screamed
To the ferns;
To nothing but the ferns.
Three men:
One young, one old, one older,
And nothing shared between them.
The wheels went on screaming,
Through the silence,
But only to the ferns.
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