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Then the photos appear
I never see them coming
That need for revelation
Emotionally so numbing
Image of ex-husband
Faces of cheeky kids
This woman has lived
My life hit the skids
Tales come with the pics
Stories of her family life
Domestic ups and downs
How she fared as a wife
All I feel is hot shame
Angry at what I missed
Wife, kids, annive...
Wednesday 14th October 2020 11:03 am
maybe mayhem
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maybe you're amazed by mayhem. sweet mayhem.
chaos colored lipstick screams, tumultuous as she licks her lips
a wild and tangled disarray, her hair - a disheveled decadent disorder
cascading down past swaying hips
rolling, undulating as she slips
her thoughts into your consciousness
ideas driven by desire i...
Sunday 16th June 2019 10:34 am
dream 111111
The dream the dream the dream! I write like Liz Hand. The dark underbelly of the city. Not just people dying. All of it. Every city has one. All are the same. The dark 3am beat. Put my poem in your book. My dream of it. An artist painting an artist painting an artist painting an artist...
The big young potentially dangerous Russian stood in front of me. He thought what he had to say is i...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 4:13 pm
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