One Dot Below the I (#2)
AND HERE'S AN OLD MAN WEARING SUNGLASSES AND A GIRL IN A PLASTIC RAINCOAT WITH A HOOD HERE IS THE MAN WITH THE SUNGLASSES NOW WITH HIS CANE AND THE GIRL IN THE RAINCOAT, NOW FADING AND HERE'S YOUR OLD FATHER BENEATH THE TREES AND YOUR LOVER'S FACE...
*poem* Just...now
THIS POEM HAS THE PROPERTIES EXISTENCE WOULD HAVE IF DEATH HAD NOT EXISTED IF TIME ARRIVED AND DIDN'T PASS LIKE A LIQUID, IT WOULD OCCUPY ALL EVERY DIFFERENCE WOULD EXIST AND CARRY ON AS TRUTH ALL OPPOSITES COLLAPSE AND EVERY EXCEPTION BECOME...
One Dot Below the I (#4)
I'LL BEGIN THIS POEM A SHORT DISTANCE FROM HERE POEM ONLY A MINUTE OR SO BEFORE YOU CAME IN POEM YOU THOUGHT TOO LONG ABOUT IT AND YOU MISSED POEM THE FIRST LINES TOO BAD, THAT WAS THE BEST POEM AND HALFWAYS YOU THINK (POEM) "THAT WAS EASIER THAN...
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Pages From a Dog’s Diary #3
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I left the seaside town of San Blas, driving east towards El corral and the convent of Iuna's sisters. The sisterhood, and with them Nurse Richards were sworn to protect the innocent and the weak. If Richards had fled the hotel with Chris Tell, the...
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Fallen Angels, Part six - Murder in Mind
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