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Turrets and Spires, Near the sea., United Kingdom
An imperfect mother. An unfaithful wife. A career professional. Waiting to feel the stone thrown at her by the one without sin.

Thursday, 3 February 2011

Simon Hasn't Tweeted

'Simon hasn't tweeted,' the bald egg said.
No words at all
from the poet's head.

Serial killers and batman have been put to bed,
slipped under the covers
tired from being read.

Simon hasn't tweeted; he's as silent

When will the words fall
out of his head?

Wednesday, 2 February 2011


'Send me your email address too', he said.


I have been invited for an evening of fun next Thursday, by Blue. I know, if I accept, I will not be able to walk the next day and I will ache.
And ache.
But it's been so long.
So very long since I felt anything of lust of desire.

Last August.

It's a very long time since last August.