I’m dumping my rubbish on your doorstep and hope you find something interesting there.
The detritus of a life made of moon and stars and many, many bars.
Something to rhyme, care.
Sweep up after me pick up the orange peels and potato skins.
Once upon a time love begins.
No gold here just beer mats and memories of kisses, girls and all the rest.
Love is best.
A life spent looking and searching, did I find?
Only what you find here I have my secrets never, never mind.
Is it true if I was behind the bar no one would buy a drink?
Let me think.
Here is the kitchen sink.
21st February, 2018