War? What is it good for?
Extracting some sort of prestige,
From relatives you could never
have possibly known.
The march. The medals.
Existing in the nutmeggy hue,
of making claims to have descended
From one of the good old boys.
Monday, 11 November 2024
Saturday, 19 October 2024
Jacqueline
I miss your ginger hair
and the way you like to dress.
Those blue jeans on you
and the way you don’t give a shit.
I think of the things you like to do
and that I’m now one of them.
Why don’t you come over
so we could cuddle and kiss.
Because I like the way you smell
and how you like to caress.
You could spend the night for once
and we could wake up in bliss.
You say it is hit and miss,
but I say that you could commit,
Nothing big and scary,
but it’s the way it is, admit it.
We could stare into each other’s eyes
and then wave and say good bye.
Looking back is romantic,
as I turn the corner and walk away.
Never sure if I will see you again,
knowing it is just a matter of when.
Wednesday, 9 October 2024
The picture of the tortured artist
DOES anything I say make sense?
The picture of the tortured artist
Does ANYTHING I say make sense?
The picture of the tortured artist
Does anything I say make sense?
The picture of the tortured artist
Does anything I SAY make sense?
The picture of the tortured artist
Does anything I say Make sense?
The picture of the tortured artist
Does anything I say make SENSE?
Sunday, 6 October 2024
Saturday, 5 October 2024
Friday, 4 October 2024
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