Sally Plumb Plumb

Distance stretches
to the horizon,
over the edge
is the distance down.
...

When I missed you
on a fateful day,
and my mental sustenance
was drained with misery,
...

Your sunny cheeks
are as red
as the autumn apple
and as shiny
...

Harold Wilson once said,
"A week is a long time
in politics".
...

Is that the time?
Has it passed by
so suddenly
without reason or with rhyme?
...

Say we can meet
in the astral place,
then I can travel
deaths dark corridoor
...

The perfect silence
of your eyes
as I look into
your thoughts
...

In this angry world,
stay close, darlin'.
We are united by words,
with words,
...

Kitty blue dress,
princess of sorrow,
died today,
will live tomorrow
...

Life at the moment
is like weak tea,
unimpressive
and strained like me.
...

Anger threatens
and bursts throught fast.
The swelling breast
stretches the sinews
...

It is a beautiful place.....
this mystery of where you are,
full of golden trees
glistening
...

Dream on, dearie,
deep in pillow.
Your ever knit brow
is slackened now.
...

She could hear the piano
playing as slow
as his seductive fingers.
The lingering sound
...

If in
another space
our two minds
could interlace
...

Let his eyes net,
net her,
his sweet sweat,
sweat her,
...

Death is a lump in the throat.
Acute awareness of the inanimate,
bareness in extreme...
cold, full and frozen.
...

Turn your eye
and don't look back,
the littered past
is long and black.
...

Chickens picking amongst wild flowers.
Undug patches with netting bowers.
Tuberculosis that's running rife.
Sore, scrubbed hands on every wife.
...

Swank back,
swing arse
girls of glass.
Don't pass them
...