(1987)
Christs day is here, You’re sitting alone. No presents or cards, The loved ones all gone, It’s the most wonderful time of th…
If I were friends with Stephen F… I’d have him round with pals for p… He could bring his hubby, as you s… I’d sit him next to Victoria Wood… I’d invite Alan Rickman, I do as…
Stallions charging, Foaming white, Breaking on the beach. They rise, Raise their heads,
I don’t do drugs, I don’t do sex. I don’t like hugs, I don’t like pecs. I don’t do dunes or nudey beach.
In the mists of time, Before the dawn, Your name was written with mine. And so we met. And became,
The fog off the sea has eaten the… gone! Silver sheen, light all night. Cow shapes still! Laying down the circles crown! P…
Nobody loves you. They say that they love you. Love you. Love you. But you can’t hear!
I’ll write some drunken poetry, It may not even rhyme. It doesn’t rhyme. It’s not even poetry. You soft lad!
What is this fad collecting Exes… I am so glad we stayed friends. Oh yes he was over for the weekend… Now I know it’s nice to be nice. But banish the Ex to the fog of h…
I will not ask for help. This virus has abandoned me high a… I locked down early. As a health professional I did no… Though I waited.
If I had wit and words to write my love for you. I would not construct a poem whose rhyme and rhythm would pulse the beat of steady heart. For I do not possess the skill and wordsmith...
Like when my darling Matt threw back his head on the back seat of the car and at the top of his five year old voice triumphed, “and I wish you joy,” (oh what a tremolo), “and happiness,...
Creative genius, (I’ve heard it said,) Is nurtured in the madman’s head. His ups and downs, Frequent mistakes,
I only have a moment before my hea… Wishing I could linger here, Shrug off the sweet repose of slee… Which is coming, And the darkness fills my head.
When you can’t do this, What do you do? You do that! My heart is broken. And I can’t do this.
