To awaken is a saddening thing as and when the sandman’s coma flounders, gifts the valueless gift of spontaneity, that ordeal of wretched consciousness in the ‘once upon a time’ land that compassion forgot He never knew his telescope had a lens cap fitted The man in the shop never mentioned that at all … More IN THE LAND THAT COMPASSION FORGOT
A luke warm day on England’s pastures green Foreign bloke, missus and nipper out strolling Babe in second-hand pram, a good one, mind Bunch of lads, tracksuit bottoms and hoodies Block the path of foreign bloke, missus and nipper Mouthing, ‘You can fuck off home where you belong, If you don’t we can fucking kick … More THE LISTENER & THE RUMANIAN
“How you doing Vinnie dude? Got your message via little Rachel from the Maison de Tolerance up the road. She says you’ve only gone and flushed your right ear down the bog. How on earth did you manage that?” “Pardon…oh, I got a bit down in the dumps so I popped down the pub and … More JONNY CATAPAULT – THE PLUMBER THE ARTISTS ALL TRUST & VINCENT VAN GOGH’S EAR!
Memories flung into a harvest time bonfire, an immaculate enforcement of shameless remorse Reconciliation is but transparent breathing space, twixt hostilities estranged lovers endorse The waning moon, her closest confidant, the ubiquitous sun her silent nemesis On a ‘seen better day’s’ hopeless mattress, she favours his sex, not his kiss The albino girl wearing just … More DAZED VIOLET EYES
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? MIKE…… Not until just now! That said, when I started blogging I did write the tale of ‘Joan of Arc & Her Beloved Hamster’ regarding Joan’s heartfelt desire to get her house in order pre the burning…
The summer of 1914 in London, a tediously overcast yet fortunately dry one. A polar opposite to the devil dark storm cloud July Crisis in diplomatic circles across Europe that would soon spark ‘The War to End Wars’. She was sat upon an Old Father Thames towpath newly painted wrought iron bench lobbing pieces of … More OF WAR AND A GIRL NAMED RUTH
Dearest sweet Chantal, I do so hope the signed copy of my new book ‘The Shop That Sells Kisses’ has safely reached you and trust that on this occasion you will refrain from self-harm. I well remember that upon reading my last tome, ‘Gentlemen Prefer a Pulse’ you took a razor to your wrists, silly … More ADRIFT IN FRANCE