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someone once asked me.... you're like a kid in a sweetshop, around women.....

not quite, i replied.... yes, kid in a sweet shop.... but aall the mars bars are empty wrrappers.....

my therapist didn't understand,

i just never want to have that conversation again

20 years of therapy, 40+ years of pain and bitterness..

poetry is a salve, a poultice, i could never have imagined....

i've kknown sleeping on the streets - i'm lucky and i don't wanna go back there, and my heart cries out to those who have to sleep out tomight, in this weather

i knew a man.. in his 60's.. pays all his pension on his rent, coz the lanlord wouldn't sign the forms for housing benefit... very nice bloke, the pensioner, i mean ;-)..but... aafter paying his rent, to a scumbag landlord, hee had to live on tea and biscuits, and whatever meals his sister could bring round...

though we telephone on birthdays (they are special occassions, after all), my sisster and i have had nothing to do with each other, since the children's home closed

10, 20 years from now...

i will be that old man, living on tea and biscuits....

and i'd really like to change that future

please help, any suggestions.... please

mission impossible masks - rip off the waiter, bartender still here;

rip off that mask....

want cookie with your coffee...

or fries with you hamburger?.....

drunk, stoned, i got so many masks

no-one's gonna find my ghost ;-)

A lamentation for the weary who enjoy weariness