My wine glass
shed a tear...

Parasitic slops
leeching kippers, draining funds...

Master of the sub-conscious,
enchanting parasite...

I saw trees wrapped
in hessian to protect them...

on a cobbled street
the aroma of fresh bread...

Final Entry 1st April 2008:-
..."I am the forgotten one...

With sandals and beards
the Mozart lovers huddle...

Morning hush
greets sun's first gentle blush...

And...as I pulled back the latch
and slowly opened the gate...

Alley cats howling...sensing fear
hackles up, evil is near...

Time wandered on
as things settled down...

Then the wind changed
empty arms left behind...