Waiting 2

I knew this girl at school ,years ago now

Good looking big eyes and full lips

She was Jacks friend .

We fooled around a bit ,we were both punks

I was more sterotypicly punk she had her own beautiful look

We hung out in the graveyard near were we lived and drank

One thing always troubled me when I called at her house I was never invited in

We would sit on here porch out side this very proud looking house and talk

May be it was the whole punk thing or her dad was some kind of tyrant no not that

Maybe her mum was some sort of nutcase or her elusive brother made models of planes that hung all over the house no not that either

So when I called never drunk or never high there I sat just siting waiting to be invited in

She was Jacks friend

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.