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Bad Things Happen At Night
it felt off-colour from the start
somehow cold sad and needy
I was on my emotional uppers
long-time alone and seedy
bad things can happen at night
the dark covers a litany of pain
out there lurk glib wrong-doers
from stalkers to the sons of Cain
lured by your knowing eyes
I should have known better
rain was falling like stair-rods
my feet were getting wet...
Thursday 20th August 2020 10:43 am
Cake Mix
Lied back
Eyes staring upwards
At the Soft Cell poster
Awkwardly tacked to the ceiling
But already beginning to curl at the edges
The sound of crockery clattering
Gently switches me back to reality
The familiar sound of the pot mixing bowl
Rocking back and forth
As Mum beats the eggs with alarming ferocity
(No mechanical aids in sight to whizz the mix into fluffy...
Sunday 7th June 2015 9:38 pm
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