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One Day
One day I’ll buy a ticket and fly back to you
Some days there are some things that are too bea…
My cantata hides in passion’s undergrowth,
30 minutes
She must tell him that she never thought badly of him for wanting to clean the cat.
Stake Out
“For fucks sake … I’m like a stalker” he mused with a shard of humor watching the apartments from his window.
Adam & Eve
“I’m getting you drunk”
Athens the colour on my tongue
Yes I had been starving for many many years …
Greedy Shits
It was silly really as substitutes would suffice but that “wouldn’t be proper” the majority yelled back.
I want one!
“I want one if you’re getting one.“said the woman with largish hips swaddled in velvet.
Everyone looked happy…
What can you do? / What can you say? / Not much when you have made such a bungle. / I was new there but certainly not a novice at my …
Kaput
Resigned to the fate of living
Lunch Break
You see it’s in the methodology that really counts in my line of work and the right equipment.
In the red
Red was everywhere she looked, a stuffed picnic of red in this and that. / The right red was so hard to find to compliment her skin tone…
Letter number nine
I know you want me. / I saw it in your eyes.
The rim
It’s never the same when you know. / The conversation flowed over it, around it and through it. / We did not speak of it. / One day at a …
Impossible ME
I know there is motive behind the words…it is never about what lies on the surface. Never really about what we are discussing…
Dreamdex – Sandra
Sandra had been murdered. My psyche walloped me hard in the frontal lobe.
Once
Time is against me and yet for me.
So it was in the beginning and then she walked
It of course boiled down to attitude, it always does.
Blame
Fresh conversation ….instead of squeezed arguments of the impossible.
The Shadow in the Wind
“Yeh he must be so lonely for a mate”
Stinky Code
“What are yours like?” / “Interesting”