WHAT MORE COULD I ASK FOR (what RB means to me) my chest is filled with pulsating blood, / my skin crawls with the thoughts / of holographic emotions. stamped and marked oh…where was i…sitting?…here waiting confirmed…stamped and marked Ode To Cat Licking toad down the road….. MERCURY quicksilver ‘A Poem for April’ I have walked the shores of night for seeming endless ages. I’ve not seen its’ beauty in more radiant a bloom, than by the divi… ‘By The Waking Days’ The atmosphere was a mercurial ordeal, the tone bleeding through to colour the mood, the very emotions of the largely somnambulant masses; … ‘On The Way’ Laughter roared as if from hearth, / warmth became our souls as / a shy glimpse caught of cavalry, / rode past in a coupling. / Lances carr… ‘Tripping’ We soared into the firmament, to chase the fleeting dark. The dice now thrown we surged forward, away from breaking dawn.