Even in death She gave to you More than you ever gave To her in life Your funeral was grand Too bad you missed it Terrible joke, Black comedy Sounds like a name You might have called yourseld Trying to build bicycles that flew Trying to demolish a woman That stood more erect More erect […]
Tag: Anon
Red Letter
To live and die in Your happiest moment To create and doubt Your own truth To hold your life in Your own hands To let it swing by a thread To leap over the Cliffs of your consciousness And slash the wrists of your thoughts It’s like finding solitude Amongst the crowds and Quietness amid […]
Of Men and Bicycles
Of Men & Bicycles For the first time in my life, I know what it feels like to be horned. It feels like I’m wearing a dunce cap with a big red ‘H’ on it and everybody – is getting kicks over my misery. This is all a bit melodramatic, because the horn I’m in […]