Stuck inside my head
The lace lay in the doorway
Her shift almost done.
...
Faster than bullets.
Electrical genius.
made by many hands.
Arrival times change.
...
From her biscuit highlights
To her plumb shrug
And her good old faithful ‘berties’
I admire the glamour in her style.
...
A multitude of sailors gathering
Amongst the river muscle men
Conwy Cruise ship glides by announcing
The kaleidoscopic view
...
Uplifting sound of street laughter
The unseen styles
Un-experimented colour schemes
High risen sights
...
Monty the sheepdog mongrel
Embarks on his mission
To torment the youths
...
The stainless off white
Porcelain dish
From one week to another
She keeps me guessing
...
Rough around the edges
The linen like paper
Smeared in his stained fingerprint
Soon to evaporate
...
My eye insisted on gazing
Over the rippled sand banks
The surrounding estuary
Reminds me of a childhood sketch
...
For all the hopes I pondered
For all the dreams I set
For every wish accounted for
Not one comes close
...
In the depth of that single
Loving Moment
I placed a lifetime of hope
In your arms
...
The space between souls
High driven expectations
Within their reach
Or their dream?
...
My long awaited life.... if you like the words, check out my songs on www.myspace.com/blackreply)
Attention All Virgins
Stuck inside my head
The lace lay in the doorway
Her shift almost done.
Window shows vacant
She'll take your money and give
No proof of purchase
Or loving kisses.
Temptation provided by
Strangers dressed in red.
Vulnerable virgins
And the socially inept
Watch the hidden cost-
A trip to the quak,
Unwelcome dose of the clap,
And no going back...
(*quak- slang word for a Doctor.)