Next to the girl lay an unopened packet of Marlboro lights.She hadn’t been dead long. There was still colour in her cheeks giving a painted illusion...
Jon has cut off his eyelids with a pair of scissors. They all do something like that in the end. Some hack away with anything sharp they can find, like an old tin can or nail clippers.
Odette, c’est ma billet doux, to a girl I once knew when my world was as far as I could see, and love wasn’t clutched between the claws of a Dove its wings clipped
Emily, they tore down the ABC where we went, every Friday You and Me, in the back row pretending to watch with glasses tinted in Technicolor, and reading each other in brail,
Great poem, love the sing
Posted on Tue, 28 Oct 2014
Great poem, love the sing song feel to it, like a dark nursery rhyme.
Posted in Malingee the Bush Ghost (I.P.)