so many goodbyes I've said and had to say until the world was gone and I was nothing but my husk carried by the wind over the cliff almost until I made the world my own I am that I am
So here I stand by the pond, Peer into the murky green Where my beloved ghosts live on. One love in every verse, And others go unsaid. May this crudeness be forgiven. Monica Deep down at the bottom, The little coal-haired girl With sea-blue eyes Lived in my heart alone My made-up girl Made-up friend Elisabeth Village mayor’s baby girl Her wild red hair stirs the waters As she rides her giant horse Across the depths of the pond Monica actual On the first day of school She smithereened my blue glass gift And my minute soul To eye-coloured shards Grit First long kisses from The ash-haired girl with her Bewildering scent of cedarwood. Asterix was better. I was eleven. Gi...
rain rain not in Spain and our house a boat cast in mould drifting across these depths of darkest ash until at last, as of today the air has turned Atlantic for good we’re subaquatic now: you and I adrift in our fog-coloured motorcar cautiously pushing the headlights ahead in a yellow bubble twenty feet across, the world a mystery globe of assumed wood sorrel and olive groves. Platero: and us?
and so time marches on more kindly so than remorselessly the mandatory years have passed and I look both back and forward now so much learned, so much to pass on on this one and only river of life so much love taken, so much love to give but still: where did you go? the freesias won't bud this year under these pitch-black Atlantic rain clouds wherever you are, and be it in our minds: we're fine. life 2.0 is good to us wish you could see us love, Fred
furious skytall Atlantic rams grey into white into white into grey sky violence the beach restaurant quivers rumbles no customers but I the world around us onslaught of forty feet tall towering inferno rushes straight at the window across from my half-finished dish of pan-fried fish 'coffee please', my voice kept steady. and the tide keeps rising. mint may, sweet’eart