Thursday, 19 August 2010

On the day I heard

I picked a poppy once,
a different red
and knew death
is what breaks
so many men
because it can't be fixed
or talked away.

So I won’t be brave,
for a victory
but for the smell of a rose
she once brought me
as it droops
in the water.

Random Word: Grief

If you want to listen, click on below

I’m home darl…

Man thong




When she walked in, it wasn’t the laughter at him, in her pink thong that hurt but the look of disgust, when he asked, ‘Any other colours?’





Random Word: Risible

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