Amazed, astounded, dumbfounded, how uncool, what you said, about me, because you know it isn't true, oh, the jealousy in you, how terrible it is, and I do not know what to do, because I only love you, I only love you, but you suspect me of loving, and having affairs with everyone else, but…
Read MoreAdoration, adulation, is not what I need, because all I need is time to breathe, because this love is far too claustrophobic for me, and your love is incessant in its bombacity, and it is too much, far too much for me, and although you have good intentions, and a good heart, you suffocate me,…
Read MoreAcross the grass, along the path, I walk and I talk, and you laugh, you laugh heartily at me, and at my wet feet, as we cross the stream, and you give me your hand, and we cross the land, happy as can be, under the blue sky, in the sunlight, headed for the sea,…
Read MoreA late-night cafe not far from Coney Island, a man looks up at the waiter, water, water is a sin!! So, give me gin, because how am I supposed to, contemplate the world drinking an ocean? an ocean will only take my mind nowhere, and not out of here, because the world is as bad…
Read MoreYou're taken up, you're taken up, and I am by the graveside, with a bit of whiskey in me, feeling a little rough. And I hazily see the flowers, I hazily see the flowers by your grave are genuine, and it is a nice touch, because you're taken up, you're taken up, but why, why…
Read MoreSurvive? Survive? Not tonight! Not tonight!! For favourable is not the light, and your time is up, and blackness comes as quick as a meteor across the night. Survive? Survive? Not tonight. Not tonight, because favourable is not the light. Click here to sponsor my writing Licence my poetry Buy my books Click here to…
Read MoreLooks like rain, looks like rain, but is it the tears, the tears of God, maybe, but who is to blame, who is to say, yes, it looks like rain, but is it the tears of God? And have we really caused him so much pain? Click here to sponsor my writing Licence my poetry…
Read MoreEddie, he polished his boots, he put on his suit, he tied his tie. He took his gun, he took his gun and he prepared to die, and then he combed his hair and for a second, he closed his eyes, and then, he took a deep breath, and reopened them and headed out into…
Read MoreDirty river, dirty river going into the ocean, stood here at a place, that I do not want to be, stood here in the bitter wind, with your things in my hands, and with your clothes, and your gun just as planned, and with you dead, there is not much company, so, throw it all,…
Read MoreI am sat in Brooklyn in the diner, and I know you and I do not know you, I know you from around here, I’ve seen you with a boyfriend or two, I’ve seen the arguments, I have seen you screaming your head off, at some fool that was no good for you, and I…
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