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One Wednesday in March

My Brother. Oh brother...

Religion, sex, etc.

Pokies

Therefore

Bill of Rights Cut-up

Forked!

Just `orrible

What is love ? #1

What is love ? #2

Nuts

Crazy as a cashew. Unbelievably lucky,

I keep my job, live alone, lead a lucky life.

Always the same old job, 17 years of it.

Go nowhere. Be nobody. Do nothing.

Sheer luxury.

Shame

They got to me.

They drove me off the deep end.

But I'm lucky with my label, and my safe job.

Shame I'm nuts. Blissful, lucky, shame.

Mind Stew

Boil, boil, and on it stews, the broth that cooks, on the stove that is my mind.

Ideas bob up, then quickly go. But some will stay and add to the flavour that is my twisted mind.

Dreaming of dreaming with my cat.

Early this morning in bed, I had a very pleasant dream.

I dreamt that I was asleep on the sofa with my cat curled up on my back, and we were both warm and happy.

Those types of dreams are always the best and I never want to wake up from them.

But then again... I'd never get to see the beautiful day in store for me.

Piffle the Cat

My cat came to me in a dream last night, he needed my love and my reassurance that things would be okay.

His name was Patches, but he answered to Piffle and he was a sook and a cuddler.

My cat came to me in a dream last night, he never deserved to go the way that he did. no-one did. you see, he was killed by vicious dogs at the front door of his home

He never did learn to fight only to run But he wasn't fast enough that day, he was getting a little old.

My cat came to me in a dream last night, I told him I loved him and he told me the same, for it was twenty years ago that he was taken away to the very day.

My Mum

I love my Mum, I always do, always have, always will.

She's always joining dots, but never quite getting the picture.

So we're always drawing those pictures, Dad and me.

Framing them, and hanging them on the walls, for Mum to see.

I love Mum! Everybody does. She's such a loving, lovable, caring and wonderful human being. God, I love her.

White Space

Here I sit, at my word pro,

the white space staring me down, but not out.

I experiment, juxtaposing pseudo-random words into pretentious, premeditated poetry.

Then with an afflatus, words flow, whispered by my muse, into lines and stanzas.

Life's A Beach

I am not you. You are not me. Me, myself and I will get alone just fine. Fine for that is life. Life in the suburbs is sedate. Sedated in the psych. wards. Wardrobe looks a little bare. Bare all at the beach.

Merchant Banker

Merchant banker willie wanker likes to spank her can't thank her

change the lock adjust the clock darn my sock suck my cock

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