He finds himself at the bottom of a well. Not that he’s fallen in – his was a slow descent. The walls are tight and the air is close. He …
Self explanatory.
but instead drinks the bitter brew of / faded memories, regret and / pride which / match the colours of the bulldog, / and the shamrock and t…
Feels like aaages since i wrote anything poem-wise so here it is
Meemawing mothers in curlers and ash flicked acted cough bandied about gate gossip all day
Confounded letter about memory
From the pit he crawls bruised and battered
fate as it is
Way below in this pit I squat, / Bound to be that which I cannot. / The floor is flat, the wall is smooth, / The light is dim, it tends to s…
I was afraid of my own dog. What scared me about her was her monstrous strength.
A tale about a no-eared bird catching Pit Bull.
“Grandma, can we play some music on the radio?” / “No, no, no! No play music. You here to work. You makey money and save, put in bank…
This is the story of the time I spent as a boy cutting apricots at my grandparents ranch in the middle 1950s.
This is the start of thinking and the end of growing.
A Childhood Confounded Letter
I don’t want to get old, and I don’t want my only topic of conversation to be my illnesses.
I don’t want to get old. I don’t want my only topic of conversation to be my illnesses. I don’t want to shop illogically in supermarkets. And I don’t want daytime television characters to loom life-like in my mind.
I wrote this from my searching for God in my early years and just writing.
pit, God, kindness, love, overwhelming, drying tears, lifting up
Pit, Pat, Pit, Pat, Pit, Pat, Pit, Pat / Pit,pat,pit,pat,pit, pat,pit,pat, / The constant noise of a drip of water. / My eyes are closely sh…
Inside the mind of a dream.
“How’s it going kid?” / “Fine thank you.” / “What’s a kid like you doing in a crummy place like this?” / “I am incognito Mr. Bogart.”
Installment fourteen / In the palaces of the imagination, the town’s flea pit cinemas.
Perhaps these would make some fine lyrics? / unsure, but this story bubbled to the surface one night, / and I was so estatic that I didn’t get any action!! ^^
Did you know that I am alone / When you leave the room behind / I feel that silent breeze as you walk by / And tears tickling down these eye…
I wrote this when I was slowly falling for a guy who I was growing a connection with. =)
All my life, / It’s the same old thing…
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