(1987)
You’d best not drink with Beth an… I’m pretty sure they’d make you si… Whilst at The Street or C.C. Bl… You’ll lose the key to your hotel… Wake up with Pringles in your bed…
I wanted to say that my friend die… She’s gone from this world for goo… We’ll never meet up, eat some lunc… And I’m sad about that for good. She was adversity’s friend but was…
Like when my darling Matt threw back his head on the back seat of the car and at the top of his five year old voice triumphed, “and I wish you joy,” (oh what a tremolo), “and happiness,...
I can’t save you from your pain, I can’t save you from your pain. If I could, I would. But I can’t save you from your pa…
I am not long for this place, I am short, Of patience, Of temper with fools, Of money,
Nobody loves you. They say that they love you. Love you. Love you. But you can’t hear!
Creative genius, (I’ve heard it said,) Is nurtured in the madman’s head. His ups and downs, Frequent mistakes,
Mankind has filled the darkness, With violence and death, Death and hate, Hate and fear. He bleeds the planet dry to light.
He’d been there, done that, seen the movie, read the book. A life well lived and well informed, that knowing look. He said, “there’ll come a time when I’m not here to watch you wend you...
Four march hares dashing, Running right to left, From my window. Three march hares dash back, Running left to right,
How do you start to write a poem, “who do you love?” First, throw out the rhyme. Whilst lazy it just saves time. I have loved and do love many people in different ways, (read CSLewis,) ...
Oh I waited for you once in a whi… Kicking my blue sandalled toes aga… Regardless of the scuff. You were busy. I was an accessory.
I don’t want to hear that. What it was you said. No son of mine could be like that. I’d rather you were dead! Things we shouldn’t talk about.
If I had fingers, I would find things. I would fumble, feeling through drawers of cards and notes. Fond felicitations of folk, friends from days gone by; five new pence; four candles;...
Grief is like a deep pool you fall into from time to time. One moment you are walking along life’s weary path and the next you are drowning. Eye achingly broken, flogged by tears and w...