I
really...

Such a nuisance; is this damn
writers block, like a race against...

often, a place I would be seen
was at the bus-mans club canteen...

In her absence-
mouths gather round the...

Looking at my favourite photograph
your image pressed between sepia and glass...

I wake up to the cracked
whites of the ceiling...

What a funny place to be
I'm afraid its really is not for me...

If I had a gun
I would load it full of love...

It's been so long since
we said farewell...

Hearing children laugh
As they play with...

the lump in my throat
was from swallowing your pride...

I can but dream, a place to flee
somewhere for once, I can be free...