I spoke of how mum, also blind, eloped.
I spoke of how mum, also blind, eloped.
Tell me, do you believe
in mermaids?
Curled against you
in this god-forsaken ditch.
(Battle of St Julien 24 April – 5 May, 1915)
long low sensual sighs
Rich gnawed plum delights
slow soft peeled back skin
Raw tension in the air begins
entwining lying in the rain
Fractal images be-spokes
he fell in love in Jacksonville
on a peppermint fragranced bed
I didn’t want to go to a British university, it felt too much like the educational treadmill: school, college, uni. I’d be trapped forever in a normal life.
“My name is Luke Wasser and I’m a DJ not a VJ.” Luke Wasser, DJ
“This isn’t a pop show Luke, it’s a war.” KJ Hapland, Station Manager.
Loneliness
P K Routray
Retired old and alone,
no works entrusted to be done,
time to go to the other world is close by but not known,
I knew back then as I know now… we’ll never be apart
She’s in my head, she is my life… and she’s always in my heart
She makes me smile, she makes me laugh… I can’t believe my luck
Blinded by the light of unrequited love.
Inflatable clown,
in a bed with cot sides.
You are Pierrot’s mime artist,
propped up on stiff pillows,
an auguste face of taut.
When I glimpse the horror of you,
my words go astray.
Sometimes things are just not what you want them to be, but only one person can change them...
(Edit)
A fledgling fallen from the nest.