My love, I’ve left to face my music I’m out to pay my bill I’ve come away for my comeuppance I’m ready to take my pill

I tried calling you Monday to tell you about groovy the afterlife is. Then I rang again on Wednesday because I finally remember what I was going to te...

I might be gone for a bit, Peter Gabriel and Strings

My love, it’s going going and soon it will be gone. We were always going to be the lost children of Babylon.

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The Poetry Of Kissing • The Sniper Became A Preacher • •Xxoo •

One • Two • Three poems for February

I saw a red balloon rising that was once tied to a small hand floating up like a buttercup straight to the promised land I lifted too right up out of ...