Residue / Our Pride

I was toldthere were regrets,sadness over the thingsgone sour. Still to this dayit’s never been confirmedto my faceby you, the one concerned. I am determinedto maintainit will always bea little too late. As it is, your stupid goodbye gift –I’ve thrown it well away. — It might be pre-birthday angst, hormones or summer-fuelled heat, but

On the occasion of a dinner party in Kennington

I know I said I’d bring a poem but then I half forgot – I’d agreed to go to Ladies’ Pond to meet a friend and swim, Down the road and to the right. Oh dear, there’s something left behind; Pavement Walker Jacob’s Dream Huckleberry Thing and Pizza, Thwack! keywords from Ninja turtles strike supreme