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Deeper
I stare into the dark blue pools of your eyes
They take me on a journey far away, to places
Where we lie beneath the starry nights and big skies
Crimson red
Her mother’s dying, not long now
They’ve kept it from the kids
But worrying won’t pay the bills
An escalator story
They got him on the way from school
Threw
Marlborough Arms
28 Oct 2017
Cacophony
Of voices colliding
Under low ceilings
Drowning the sound
Of Morning Has Broken
On the Tannoy
Contemplative
A man in the corner
Shoulders stooped over
Nursing a
That pack of cigarettes
Ripples in the pool
A stone, wrapped with regrets
Ripples in the pool
Proving who is the best
Ripples in the pool
Memories laid to rest
Ripples in the
And so I’m dead.
By now I’ll know
If after-life has aught to show
Or whether it is nothing more
Than biochemical remains
That you’re consigning down below.
Yes, I’