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August 14, 2012
I will blow kisses across the ocean.
Catch them if you can.
Open wide your eyes and see I love you,
and have, since time began.
He fed her boiled tripe butties
she swallowed them too, with ease,
until it dawned upon her,
that she’d really rather have cheese.
August 12, 2012
The forgotten Sub sits
sucking his thumb.
Passed over so often,
he has segs on his bum.
I was living my life through her music,
as I watched each of her lovers
come and go with a song.
Some, I hoped wouldn’t linger,
whilst others, I felt did belong.
But the music that came from her bedroom,
broke my heart in many a way,
as I knew that the time was nearing
when her room, in silence, would lay.
August 11, 2012
Subtlety wasn’t her forte.
Tact was beyond her too.
She just jumped straight in with both feet,
as they squirmed and watched her stew.
After forty years and some,
(that’s some with dubious doubt)
I wouldn’t swap you for the world.
I’d just rather do without!
He tugged at her skirt.
He was desperate to go
and find a free lamppost,
outside in the snow.
She said she didn’t like it,
even though she’d never tried it!
She said the smell made
her want to heave.
I’ve known her leave the table
and rush outside to breath.
She was such a flaming ‘Drama Queen’,
you really wouldn’t believe.
What’s ‘forever’ when you’re
finished, anyway?
It’s only the blue horizon and
no further than the eye can see.
Why worry about the future?
We are all but dead leaves on a tree.
None of us being immortal,
nor reaching eternity free.
What have you been up to
my dearest little cherub?
I sense your feeling of elation
I see the sparkle in your eyes.
I know you well enough, to know
I’m due a few white lies.