He looked at my neighbour, who was standing in his overalls at the kitchen sink, and croaked, “Hey, man, do you got any aspirin? I don`t feel too good.”
I can still see her little baby fingers reaching up as far as she could…
That was when he heard himself saying, “Don`t I know you from somewhere?”
Of course, she took no notice at all of our antique reactions to things. She started singing that old song of the Big Bopper`s, “Chantilly Lace”.
that hover here and there and move
on again, inquiring persistently for
someone they used to know on this
planet, and sometimes…
… wings that flash and
flicker in sunlight, pursued by
a hand in the sun,
a hand like a lion`s
All around us, people were
watching it in living-rooms
full of television moon-glow
Because no one can see her lately, not since last Hallowe’en, when she walked on our fence sedately…
has no war-horse to ride,
only hundreds of thousands
She plans to have him
dead, or at least dying,
by the springtime…
Fists holding weapons,
unconscious at dawn…
Red satin pillows, brass knobs that shine, the mirror up there shows…
We say to ourselves,
“How could I ever have
been so naive?”
woke up late
must be staying up writing too much rubbish, you say?
no, sometimes i am desperate, even reach out shamelessly
‘sthough to make up for all that powerful writing
also needig care love tender…
There are some stars above the pines,
oscillating back and forth,
then, inexplicably, light shines
like an explosion in the north.
I was a fresh faced lad of 19yrs.When this tale of terror occured.
‘NOT MORE BLOODY SNOW’!