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Eyeless in Gaza

Sitting in semi darkness at the back of the pub,

Whispered conversations, while the landlord rustles up some grub

We can pull our own pints now; just leave the money by the till

Those nights are hard to forget and I guess I never…

Her angry breasts declared a war

And for attention fought.

They conquered me, now I adore

The bosoms I support.

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Her charms were champagne to my lips,

The taste was a delight.

My hands were anchored on her hips,

I gave her breasts a bite.



My breath was hot and burned her hair,

We kissed like lovers may.

Her panties didn't have a prayer,

The sin was where we lay.



Our legs were wild and strong as rope,

As we climbed to the top.

We slipped into the bath like soap,

Yet passion did not stop.



The water tickled down our skin,

As we smiled and…

Around here strange things can happen, spoken words can stretch on the wind,

One can see them forming then change their meaning, fade away and begin again,

Multiplying falling over each other, an endless tired less production of the mind,

Then out of the blue a sentence forms, and so an inspiration of a…

A man stands on the bridge looking over the river; someone walks on his grave and makes him shiver,

He glances to his left as a shadow passes by; a young voice says ‘hey do you want to get high,…

I lived in the archive of

His  colourful, chaotic past

For two months

Sleeping with the Dust and Boxed Relics

Of his old life

The life he said he’d out grown

The Skin he said he’d Shed

His fashionable fox fur coat

And Hall of Packed Paintings

His One Hundred and One Shirts…

“Yes” I have stood where you now stand, and sucked the big ones down,

With my lungs about ready to explode, trying to save the honor of our town,

Put my head in where Angels fear to tread, just to score that winning goal,…

Jacko likes to make believe, that he is no ordinary mouse,

It’s all about the proper breeding he says, as he struts around the old house,

He claims an aristocratic bloodline that can be traced back to the king

The other mice that live in the manor are all descendants of…

Do you dream in black and white, as the bogie man drags you under the bed?

And when you wake up covered in a cold sweat, can you remember what you did,

Did you cry out for your mother, like you used to do when you were a child?

As he pulled you kicking towards the black window, him…

October winds cut to the bone, this night all souls will rise and roam,

We keep our candles burning bright, to guide them home on this dark night,

The windows rattle the doors creak; old ghosts walk the tiny streets,

But tonight they have not come alone; something else has come to…

Oh sleep where have you gone? Why will you not come here?

Then just when I feel you close, I get an elbow in the ear,

Turn then on my side and once more try to relax,

Just about to doze off, here comes the knee in the back.…

What happened to the twenty year old, slim trim and carefree

Who is this person standing in the mirror, staring back at me?

I am only forty, for Christ’s sake, but this body I do not recognize…

That last cigarette

Farewell old friends, as once again, you find yourselves in the bin,

Already I…