We close watch the young and the old Focus on each fluttering eyelid Suspending our fingers over their lips Calling to their warmth against our cold. Hugging our solitary arms enfolded Ignoring the ever encroaching deep While they embrace approaching sleep Knowing warmth shines beyond the ageing cold.
I mean all I did was just repeat to the missus what was said on the radio. Yep one of those shock jocks was sayin’ that women is destroying the joint. Too right I thought! Got home and the missus wasn’t going to be much fun I think. So I had a go at her. […]
The phone is buzzing. In my state of near-sleep, I don’t know if it is the alarm or a phone call. (Mental note: Change phone alarm tone). I scrabble at the phone on the bedside table and just grab it before it falls. I realise it’s a phone call, press the green phone button, and… […]