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Articles
Dried Petals
With love I pressed them into your hand...
A love poem called intentions
The sea makes the rain,
And the rain rides the wind,
And the wind blows
Moments of her peace
If they could still smooth/ the lines of your brow/ as my fingers once did...
Captured/Dreams a Dream/Ready To Go
In our town/
The Stare
when we stopped for a moment and her eyes would meet mine,
Bloody Hell/ Babies
How can you /look in the eye of someone /anyone whom / you have have loved?
For Kate / Caravan / A Night in LA
We always bruised bones for the cause-/On the playpark/on the hills
From the Pen of Bob Young Mr Quinn/Seth/Time Hank Williams Last Drive/ The Dreams of Scotty Moore/ The Man in Black DON'T BUT DON'T/ FAGMAN/ APOSTLE BOOGIE Three Poems About Heroes 1,2,3,4sake/The thinker and the doer/The boy with the red coat for skin Good Times/Assuage A New Season/An O.K Kind Of Moment/Festivities Reuben on the Celestial Sphere/The cat doesn't like to chat, just lie/Will I die with socks on Tonight we become/It's the only way to be played/1970 Reading the worst book ever on Sunday of all days & other poems Heavenly Bodies
I just happened/To fall in love/ A little quicker/A little longer/ A lot deeper
It was the biggest disaster/ in the world,some say/ I disagree/ and lucky for me
Young Charlie Carr's got this tune running round his head /( It’s Jambalaya - but he don't know that. He don't speak French.) / Whistles it between his teeth over heater hum and Cadi purr.
'Pass the water' / 'Where's the bread?' /'I missed that last bit,
I fall to pieces /Crazy /For thinking that my love could hold you
Caught the sun when he looked at the skies
I picture vapid mountains as/we've trekked towards our sun,/and remind myself, through a lump/in the throat,/that this is just another one
Tramps dance and/suck loyally on cheap bottles;/Everything basks in this millennial indistinctness/and genial resignation-/EVERYTHING IS O.K
The universe, he said, when I was a child, was not like this;/the speed of matter and collusion of particles were different.
She wanted the baby of her dreams
ones looks
and number twos charm
and last,
as always, me.
The night/ Itself was little more than a warm-up -/ I drank/ They laughed/ I drank/ They kept up/ I drank/ The last few just smiled
Once more I found myself, in that glorious illusion/