unknown; formless;
eternal; always present
who may think of it?
...
How long
may a heart stay bruised
before it starts to bruise
itself?
...
Hopes die;
dreams fall;
and, subtlest stroke of all,
love sharply, cruelly, hides her face,
...
I’m not one for mementoes – Grandma
in sepia, pie-crust necked and pleated blouse,
expressionless amidst her dressed-up, mixed-up brood; chic aunt
with that hundred-watt smile which clicked
...
Stop me if...
The story is,
The Queen visited our local
...
oh shitty kitty
what a pity
kitty's bitter
...
You're not
going out
wearing
that
...