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April Flurry

Being Santa

Birthday

Brush Strokes

Byronic

City of Dreams

Cook and Drive

Do A Little, Leave A Lot

Ed Cases

Egg

Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)

Glory Sealed

Haiku Firework

Hangover

Holiday Camp

I Fell in Love on the Northern Line

I Fought The Law and I Won

Jack Dove (Canto 1)

January Blue

Job Sonnet

Jury Service

Letter to February

Lewes (Till I Die)

Loving You

Madhouse

Meat Elegy

My Best (Wasn't Good Enough)

Odd Ends

Our Neighbours

Ownsome Valentine

Persian Sailing

Probably Not

Road Kill

Salsa

Saturday Night at the J H Tavern

Slam Door

Smoke In The Night

Snowscape

The Fight

The Last Word

The Liger

Whilst on Lose Hill

Women


Image of cherry pants
Cherry Pants by Clay Lowe

My mind is
fair to mild
this morning I
sense a storm
forming
thunder hides the conflict
in my head
lightning reveals
her cherry
red pants on my bed,
quietly she stands
misunderstood
a rebel between causes,
she pauses
but does not
stop
to think
why
I could not die
for the stars
on her back,
Louise
your love is
like sugar-free TV.
She spends her days
in pyjamas
acting out TV
dramas,
her mama's yelling
up the stairs
to get a
life,
she tells me
some days she wishes
she could
die.

I push her
up against
the wall
and kiss her
like I mean it,
Her cherry red
pants
have me entranced
but like the men in
Holytown I can't
pin her down,
she laughs
because she knows
she's as elusive
as the wind
and her love
is like
sugar-free TV.

Posted: January 2008. Copyright: Clay Lowe.
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