A haiku
Updated: Nov 10, 2022
she is an album
each time she visits she shows me
one more photo
Updated: Nov 10, 2022
she is an album
each time she visits she shows me
one more photo
These fine leaves fallen from the cabbage trees bunched into the rusted drum, yellow-brown-grey and hopefully dry engulf a weak confused curl of barely escaping smoke as leaf filaments glow and smould
Getting a handle on this diabetes thing is no joke mate it’s as slippery as a bloody eel, or a big pot of boiled brisket. Sure, you can take away those cakes and biscuits and crap I’d rather have a ti
Oh, Ian, so suddenly you’re gone. These cold purple lips delivered denial through our twenty-five years together kissed the smokes sank deep the 19th hole with your mates cheerily asked for the bad ne