They have their houses, I have the tube I have a grip, they have a grip; it’s the same but that’s where the difference ends and the similarities begin We eat, we cry we are loonies upstairs We shed, we try and tell little white lies And when it’s all over we like to haveContinue reading “The Tube”
Tag Archives: Dark
Ratterfly Moth
None of You Can Make The Grave
Why Is Life So Hard?
Haiku #585
Alone in the dark A Nihilistic woman Too scared to make cry
Haiku #485
Rome was not built day It was slaved over at night And conceived in dark
What Choice Do We Have?
Dark, The Stout is surprising Light -Mrs getting mardy over Shades of Meaning -lost Love -The opposite of Hate – The reason we are all Late – No point in being Early -No point in turning Up – The way of the stars Down -Where we all go Life – What we are given DeathContinue reading “What Choice Do We Have?”
Haiku #252
Is there such a thing? As day and night, such a thing as dark and as light?
