Woops, I’m in the sin-bin again!
What was it this time…?
Ah yes, I’ve tripped over the skirting board
And landed with my head in the bolognaise.... more »
You, with cat’s eyes -
Puffy ovoids that narrowed
In surprise, as if to say
‘We really are together,... more »
Take me down with the wine,
Take me to your street,
Take me through a smile’s recline,
To a love now obsolete.... more »
To’ith and throw’ith
To do’ith and go’ith
But what is the point if,
You’re not there?