CRABBY

  4am and Sleep is stolen By the screeches Of the brown booted Bleached haired brigade Hovering and whoring Around the belches Of beer-can-boys Who’ll take them And fill them With the full force Of all the nothingness Their noise once covered While I plead and pray For the sweet return Of soulful sleep To […]

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The Christmas Kiss that Wasn’t Mine

For two months I’d waited for you- Adrift for a time from The mere sensation of even A stranger’s touch- Not knowing it was you, Of course, But for that longed for warmth To envelope me. How funny And how easy You became my Christmas present- Mon cadeau. My only gift had been a self-bought […]

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