Nobody Cries for the Serial Killer

For the madman Sentenced to the Death Row Over fourteen chopped-drowned-beaten bodies. The man who used to have his own home, The man with the stable job rising in the office,
Cherry

M25

And on this TV, after a day spent behind the wheel thinking about fucking anyone but their wives, girlfriends or lovers,

Sunday Dad

Each of the six hours Crammed with fun Park. Toyshop. Beach But too soon It’s back to the step For giving back For hurt looks And kisses ta ta

New Uncles Every Monday

Run us the shop and get bacon For your new uncle There’s a pound in me handbag You can walk to school Take three penguins for your dinner

Fire watching

Yet it only takes a brown wooden bead To evoke a small hoot of a smile

STICKY 'JAMAS AND INGMAR BERGMAN....

Tadge, the narrator and "hero" of "What if..." is having difficulty in keeping his soggy pyjama bottoms from his mum... then his mum's boyfriend tries to help

to be or not to be

To be or not to be, forever, that is the question and this not an answer but a poetic suggestion when the road ahead seems mad, twisting, and dire and the dread arrows of fortune

Night of dark shadows

Circumnavigation

Can your small room take the place of a whole wide world? Can you walk the arid deserts of this threadbare carpet? Can you explore the jungles of all these dense memories,
Cherry

Ghost

When I’m dead I won’t come back Rattle my loose change in the dark Levitate the crockery while you eat Elbow a sulky shadow into your sun Shiver your neck with my cold mouth

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