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Thursday, 18 June 2009
Love’s gamble
I have turned around my life,
to take a pledge, to be true for
always. A last time of lies to us,
except we hear an empty “love us”.
The promise of a perfect TV life,
with scripted smiles performed for
neighbours. You’ll come back but for
secret excitement stolen from us
before leaving to mirage life.
Where was the loving life for us?
First times don’t always come
Saturday, 13 June 2009
Well nobody’s perfect
The man in the Hawaiian shirt just stared.
Rather rude I thought given our night out.
I mean we had met in the bar,
for drinks and he flirted first.
Yes, I had worn a dress
with nice stud earrings
and it was dark,
but a beard
is a
beard.
Friday, 12 June 2009
Waiting
.....'I sing on the days that are good and dance on those that are bad. He left me at the Cottonwood tree when the leaves rattled. The baby burned inside and stayed as I screamed for its smile. So I sing and dance until the leaves rattle, waiting his return.'
Blind Date
I hate beach sun,
on Whitsun leave
where fun means skin,
to chagrin, fries.
Instead, I want shade and raided libraries.
What can you say
when midday in
Biscay is cold
as cuckold love.
And heaven is sharkskin tan in blowtorch cove.
Who knew too late the date was fate?
A lost encounter
Plea Bargaining
I sat down and ate my last almond nut.
The first clue was my face swelling up.
Ma said, ‘Was I dumb dumb or what?’
The sharp response failed to come-
my throat kinda got stuck,
along with my breath.
So this was death.
Well not yet.
Is it?
Please?
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