The tears of the angels
fall grey and cold
drowning the concrete in
their despair
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gives the happy realisation
that i haven’t imagined my entire existence
or dreamt it
in a haze of whisky
On Monday its my birthday.
Yip, as they say, ee.
So, to help me to celebrate, please send money.
Not to me.
But to the charity of your choice.
Thanks.
I think that they would like at least £5.00
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I used to hold your pretty hand
and kiss it with my lips
until I found the maggots in
your mouldy finger tips
I used to gaze into your eyes
caress your lovely skin
but then I gathered all the parts
and threw them in the bin
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I look at your eyes
caress your skin
and think of the parts
I threw in the bin
(There’s another version.)
Remember me?
This evening I am ever so slightly drunk.
I was okay, but then I drank the vodka. I wasn’t going to, but its important to get ris ofthe consumables before going away.
Happy new year.
If anyone doesever ever read these pages, please email me*. The link is via my name in the picture on the top left via the contact form in the top menu.
*Unless its abuse, I can do self doubt on my own.
Amended 26 May 2014
Glastonbury
It was fab.
Had a great time.
Saw lots of bands.
Wore cool shades.
Danced. Lots.
Watched the sun set, rise, slept, repeated.
Recorded to minidisc.
Photographed.
Walked. Lots.
Ate vegan food.
Met hippies.
Saw Eavis in a Rolls Royce.
Interviewed by Q magazine.
Drank beer. And cider.
Forgot about Sheffield.
Became suntanned.
Made friends.
“I did, yes.”
It was the culmination of another painful week for Marie, who was forced to marked the anniversary of her husband of ten years leaving her for another man.
Voooooosssshhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
What was that?
– That? That was your life.
Shit. I missed it. Must have been asleep.
“No, thank you. I’ve just had a cup.”
Not the right move, she thought again, her physical discomfort now mirrored by a frown on her section head. No matter. She wanted to know why she was here.
He sat down opposite her, forcing his trousers to ride up his legs. The brown argyle socks failed miserably to protect Marie from the vision of his pale skin, exposed and decorated by dark, wiry hairs.
“I shall have one anyway. If you’ll excuse me.”
Not bothering to move, he pulled the door open slightly and lent his head around into the open office, asking his PA to bring him in a cup. With a brief smile as he looked forward to his liquid refreshment, Bob pushed the door closed and turned once more to face the anxious Marie.
“Well, thank you for coming.
“I expect you’re wondering why I asked you in to see me?”