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I MUST

I MUST

I never said

I never said

P is for Paradise

P is for Paradise

 


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Everytime

Everytime

Everytime  somebody asks me how I am, anabolics I think of Treacle Toffee  apples would be  easier to hold.


Noise

Noise

NOISE but its wrong and there’s no one to tell NOISE choose a number and press star zero NOISE then WAIT— hold don’t move don’t laugh don’t cry don’t die. Your call will be answered shortly


Passing in the street

Passing in the street

Passing by in the Street  Brighton Dec 18th 003. We grew old together But never met Never talked Never held a glance Always passing A young man A young woman Grown old in transit I often wondered who she was What she did Did now So many  questions And no  answers I saw her again […]


We told them

We told them

The conversation

The conversation

The conversation He said : “I only dance in the jungle” I asked him why. He said: ” Because it is better dancing in the Jungle” I asked him how it was better. He said: ” If you danced in the jungle you would not ask me that question” I wished him well and walked […]


The orchard wall

The orchard wall

 The Sirens song [ Voices from the Reef ] The shingle dance Ian Miller © 2010 all rights reserved We are waiting. Waiting. Waiting for you. Here in the shade by the Orchard wall. Soft grasses, here Legs parted, cure We are waiting Waiting. Just for you. Lips Sweetened, cialis dosage with  honey, thyme and […]


Solenoid

Solenoid

The Worm Eaters

The Worm Eaters

There were three Worm Eaters and one rusty old bicycle to carry them all. One was blind. One had a twisted leg, medstore and the third  was prone to shout. They ate worms and appeared to thrive. When somebody asked them ” What use are you?” The blind worm eater rode off on the rusty […]


In the night

In the night

The nurse woke me at 3 in the morning and said: “ I’m sorry but we have to move you” She did not say why.


True or false?

True or false?

 Even when lost in a slough, nurse the thought of a Marmite sandwich, has the power to lift the dampest of spirits.


Thursday

Thursday

He said : ”  I’m here till Thursday” It was 17:37 The dog didn’t like it, But I didn’t care. I was having real problems adjusting to the red background


12:56

12:56

Long wave It was always the same before a broadcast. The beach at Southport was not the best location. Those that knew, recipe said the reception in Glasgow was much better. Nobody seemed to know if Budapest was ahead or behind time wise? Few  cared one way or another.


Swimming by

Swimming by

Something familiar. He just went swimming by. I called out to him, bronchi But he ignored my call. I watched him swim away; And when he was  little more than a an occasional splash in the vast expanse  of  grey fretting water, I turned away, And scratched the initials of somebody I once knew on […]


GDK 1

GDK 1

Bronze cast Gothic door knocker Sculpted   by Russell Cliffton-dey  Cast at: BAC Casting.  62, medstore Britton street,  Clerkenwell,  London EC1 5UY  UK. From an original  design /  Gothic door  knocker series To be cast as a limited edition if interest is shown.


Double Twenty

Double Twenty

03:45:22 The wind was fearsome feathered. She took a dart from the dartboard, ailment And scratched a message on the sleeping mans back. He woke screaming. His screams woke the dog downstairs. The dog barked and the wind was fearsome. From where I sat, cialis I could not read the message she had torn in […]


Dervish

Dervish

Dervish People ran when they heard the swans singing. Others held teacups to the walls hoping to hear more. I danced in a circle of arms Whirling like a dervish with only the shadow of a crow  for company.


Red stitch

Red stitch

  On a square of blood red cobbles surrounded by tall Lime trees I waited   in a silent unmoving line. The light was not good at that hour. A dog barked intermittently from somewhere beyond the trees. My left arm hurt with the weight of a large bag, cialis which I seemed unable to put […]


Find me a pen

Find me a pen

Never stutter

Never stutter

Never stuttered. The man with torn paper hair and  corked  mouth was never one for socialising . He  bit hard on the cork and thought of bottled  wine. He ignored the swans on the nearby lake, tadalafil but thought  often of the young woman he sometimes saw sitting on a chair close by the waters edge.


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