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  • airport

    we are standing next to the perimeter fence the airport is well lit in all locations it is likely that we are being watched our journey to the butterfly valley is over you said that it was one of the most beautiful weekends but you are travelling once again we hug like friends and you […]

  • Dancing on Omaha Beach

    I am dancing Slowly and sweetly On this bloody beach Where so many died Am I right or am I wrong As I can only hear the light music Of the sea and its distant memories

  • The Keys of Hell

    Although they have never been seen The Keys of Hell are said to exist In a black velvet bag That is all I know Yet it begs the question That if the door was opened What would be found beyond Apart from one’s own dismal reflection

  • Railway Station 02:30 am

    Should I kill myself Or have a cup of coffee One part of me hopes That the coffee machine Is in good working order Whereas the other part of me Hopes that it is out of order

  • Moments of Reflection

    I love walking during the hours after the storm

  • Infinity and George

    Always go too far as this is where you will find the truth I had this quote from Camus on the wall above my bed And also above the windows of my Paris apartment If I had been the commander of a space ship I would have had this stitched into my uniform

  • George and Infinity

    Always go too far as this is where you will find the truth I had this quote from Camus on the wall above my bed And also above the windows of my Paris apartment If I had been the commander of space ship I would have had this stitched into my uniform

  • My Mother is a Rock Star

    This is a story of an assassin Which is very personal to me My mother is a famous rock star She is adored around the world I am a nobody and I like it this way As I can exist in the shadows In a recent music video my mother Dressed herself as a belly […]

  • Ray and Raychel

    Ray and Raychel frequently lay together On a deep blue blanket Which had originated in the Atlas Mountains They were known to remove their shirts And watch the journey of the sun As it passed across their exposed flesh

  • Peri Plum

    When I seventeen I was seduced by a teacher On a night crossing Between England and France At that rather young age She was all that I desired Large breasts and a wet cunt But I still found time To understand my voyage As a coasting sailor Might have found it