" . . . . that the night come."
Anticipation of excitement for the sexually active.
Resignation of the daylight for the age-weary passive.
"No bad weather. Just bad clothes."
Coming from Sweden that's them that knows.
The bright sunlight straight ahead
made the dew on the grass shine satin.
Chores are useful to fill up the time;
better being chored than bored.
A magpie flying, white belly shining,
dragging his tail behind him
I had to laugh at the porno video
where the man was fucking the woman's arse
and the woman was yawning from boredom.
DEATH OF A LOVED ONE
is the never-again of seeing, touching, talking to
I still cannot believe I'll never see you more
leaving me unsure of what I'm living for
POETRY
Brave empty words that shrivel to the trivia of everyday life
EPITAPH
That twat that tweets on Twitter
I'm less of an explorer than a discoverer.
If there's any way of doing something wrong,
I'll find it.
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