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He keeps himself self-contained, Even with that wide smile when He’s working the bar or the tables, And stays inscrutable to anyone Watching the flash of his fast hands, His… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
He keeps himself self-contained, Even with that wide smile when He’s working the bar or the tables, And stays inscrutable to anyone Watching the flash of his fast hands, His… Continue Reading
Endless days of doing nothing. The cage is not a cage when you have the key. The token effort to make it look like the people are the priority. And… Continue Reading
We must have passed eachother In the middle, at some point in The century of our friendship, me And him, he from the left to the Right of centre, me… Continue Reading
when it comes it takes him by surprise the smooth ride it was supposed to be in the golden carriage unopposed by the little people whose taxes he considers his… Continue Reading
In the final bleak waiting room, we Arrange the urns along the wall In order of size. The biggest contains the ashes of a Life-time of regrets, bitter tastes Of… Continue Reading
At the beginning, it fizzed in the corner Of the room for an hour a day at most, Seldom used, never listened to, a slave To necessity, a pain, a… Continue Reading
In the sense of being Filled with fright and Anxiety, she was frightful When he saw her Cowering in the corner Of the deserted house, Muck around her face And… Continue Reading
Her squint essential to his love. Without that imperfection she Would no longer have been beautiful To him, no longer the person he First glimpsed across the counter When he… Continue Reading
bind it tight that loose bag of flesh and bones before it escapes from the bed you made for it and it runs from your over-affectionate lust such a rigid… Continue Reading
His parents always read The Express, Even had it shipped To Germany in those Early days of ex-pat Torture, broken German, the flimsy Pages of home. Or so it seemed…. Continue Reading