Month: August 2024

I’d pour myself another glass of daddy’s girl, the house wine at Cafe Riche, I can see it, I don’t have to be psychic. On a brick wall there’s a pink hearted Romeo and a bitch is a bitch. A celebrity crush that tightens it’s grip. Love reaches a fever pitch, then a lit cigarette after the pleasure I get from a magazine cover Goddess.

We were like a couple of suckling puppies. My hand was on his crotch that was hard, I was on a mission to Mars.

Lounge lizards in heaven are watching the news unfold, a world racing towards annihilation, but I’m a poet in the centre of a lotus flower, in isolation.