Comments about Anthony Dawson
Early morning changes my colour,
Weakens my magnet for you to escape into sleep
I asked the girl in the corridor if she was a
Morning bird, she smiled then floated into the
So easy for her
Does she know of her boyfriends addiction?
The sea has tempted me from Europe
I can't abide by words; they are forever changing,
Working towards a plot for some insane script.
The funeral of a small town
Don't send flowers
Donate them to guilt
Innocence once held power
Now, not even a memory can realise the coup.
Her eyes ...
I'M A Liar
I’m a liar at least once a day,
a liar who confesses in some small way.
Richest pickings to fall upon,
sailing could never be smooth in truth.
Blood as thick as ice and mind as hard as tundra ice,
sometimes melted to become a tear.