C.C.

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Monday, February 21, 2011

Well then.

Well then. Today I am going back to the Green Homestead I know I am only a kind of baby boy in a way I poured black lead grate polish all over my head. I have been washed carefully and left to play. I am rather chubby and my hair is now damp and curly We live in a wooden van and I have been given a... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

There she goes.

There she goes. She said she loved me, ‘Do you think this is the time.’ I asked. ‘Perhaps in small doses’ she replied, ‘It might be a worthless task.’ I stirred in the vastness of a light that always glows eternally. I floated feeling for the pull of warmth that would come eventually. I squeezed... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Insight

Insight When I ponder over those unwise commitments believing that cherry lips would turn into riper fruit. It must have been with a kind of innocence Believing that no other features would ever suit. Of course, I needed a strong wash of reality It is not wise to enrich a person with virtues, some... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Well I don't know.

Well I don’t know. there is a place there is a way now I don’t know what to say for if you know and you have been. and looked around and you have seen that to which I do refer then I must wonder if you were really aware that what you did was really sweet and so lucid. I will not ask you e’er again... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Quickies

6.40 I think I will be mischievous though I’ll stroke her hair and she will know Really one can have, well fun. Just teasing secretly this one. Who wonders? Well of course I do. but I can always say. NOT TRUE So do not believe a word I say I do not believe it anyway. I wish she wore a ribbon though... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

New love. Pass a radiant glance, lest rummaging in one’s memory one throws out the sweet little messages that were stored for others. Like small birds, they move constantly around the hawk that hovers. You seek those eyes, blood in the ragged poppy; the eyes in light. The blue-sky moves in the iris... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Life's Summer Time.

Life’s Summer Time She thought love: in life’s summer time would indeed be like a crime. Although she wondered why. Kneeling the grass pressed to her knees. The scented flowers, there to tease. And such a bright blue sky. She wondered if she could be wrong or even if she could belong to someone that... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Times Money

Times money. I am just a sitting duck really I am out of luck If you fire cruel words at me you could wound me easily. I suppose I may be in the moult Little things that makes one note the atmosphere feels rather cool It’s hot and sweaty as a rule. Alas some gals may take it hard But if one sends... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Friends

Friends Well honestly, what was I too think as I said to Jane “I think that is all they think about what do you think?” She licked the cream off her bun and gave that little smile again. “It is only talk,” she replied, “once you get one behind the kitchen sink.” “What does that mean?” Jane I asked.... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Puddles

Puddles She was so gentle slim and dainty in a way Crossing puddles with smiles one rainy day A little dog upon a slender chain shook its blue coat and looked at me again. Stop when we feel this sign, it probably thought Just get wet, she should remember that I’m short. I probably said ‘I put a... Sign in to see full entry.

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