Monday, 22 December 2025
Our Cargo Party: Hermoine
Our Cargo Party: Hermoine: Why live life by drops, no poem or big sea, make the blue lights stop, your words only create, jail at top speed, hung on some lousy fr...
Our Cargo Party: Hermoine
Our Cargo Party: Hermoine: Why live life by drops, no poem or big sea, make the blue lights stop, your words only create, jail at top speed, hung on some lousy fr...
Our Cargo Party: Hermoine
Our Cargo Party: Hermoine: Why live life by drops, no poem or big sea, make the blue lights stop, your words only create, jail at top speed, hung on some lousy fr...
Our Cargo Party: Hermoine
Our Cargo Party: Hermoine: Why live life by drops, no poem or big sea, make the blue lights stop, your words only create, jail at top speed, hung on some lousy fr...
Hermoine
Why live life by drops,
no poem or big sea,
make the blue lights stop,
your words only create,
jail at top speed,
hung on some lousy frame,
latticed with coughs,
hest not to sneeze,
let them know who's top,
a frenzied little game,
winds around your nees,
you have to stay sane,
show them who's boss,
everyone squeezed,
wrapped in kitchen cloth,
empty pockets can't delay,
how you’ve gone to seed,
lost touch holding sway,
look at me ?
Sunday, 21 December 2025
Georgia
Please don't moan,
shuffle your feet,
I'll soon be home,
a knife to my throat,
knows where you've been,
does it keep us going,
we just need a stone,
to throw into the sea,
another edge to hone,
do you dine with ghosts,
happy I'm your queen,
casting our lots,
you let the wind blow,
is that what you mean,
about being lost,
in your old leather coat,
try to catch moonbeams,
say all runaway souls,
hold onto dreams.
Saturday, 20 December 2025
Finnley
Memories of your face,
so eager to please,
you've left here again,
recoiled at my thunder,
God what conceit,
a man fixed by numbers,
they tell me too late,
am such a fool to tease,
you'll fix me a place,
a path uncluttered,
my insides heave,
will be a wonderful lover,
I work every day ,
while you're still asleep,
eat breakfast half way,
it makes you wonder,
bills, food, mortgage rates
who splits who asunder,
who, I hear you say?
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