Spring previews full of warming praiseAn expectant public in colourful daysTalk of the town and what was to followWas all about the circus of our

Thoughts know the roads around their home,Often forgetting their offspring have flown,To fledgling nests in infant treesBlown back, shown back, homing on the breeze.

When drowning in a mull,Frothing wash of cranial pressure,Ideas lap against my skull,Piggy backing their predecessors.

Striding into a swirl,Lights socialise with one another,The rooms arbitrary pearls,With yesterday to smother.

There is a hole in my stomach,That I just cant fill,The flat soul it doth ache,Is it better going up or downhill?

He pierced her world without knowledge,Her eyes dropped into her heart.Soul fire ignited but he brought no pledge,Her passion, she knew, she cannot impart.

When one wants to flee,Yet the feeling is happyTwo realities can occur,Do you imply? Do I infer?

They were looking for something to do,But opted for something to say,Gossip was a communal patchwork quilt,Handed round with glee and added to.Temporary designers embellished.They

He lives at his friend Victoria’sAnd although a man of the people,He sees everyone so briefly,Perhaps, it’s he because gets bored of us.

Our poles moved closer together,The wire between us slacked.Electricity left the line,Crows flapped into dotsIt became too close to call.

Less is more, more or less,Private thoughts in the officers mess.Crossed lines but where’s the mesh?Egos bump in this ageing cresh,Too old for a prince to