ta. i quite like shopping, i know some people don’t, but i like to look at all the things, and listen to the people. i had best buy lilies..
never had a red dress made of paper cloth, now i have two.
let us look at things, differently.
often, we do things, no one ever sees.
that is you and me. two of us
dancing in the dark. it came
will come again
in autumn, then
all can see.
it was a
hard to keep rules,
where there are no rules.
hard to be a yard stick these days,
when others use meters.
found it exhausting, packing,
making the installations. it
is not hard, yet my mental
i went to the party.
most of all, and not in notes,
i recommend you see,
anselm keifers work,
Lovely. I nearly rented a run down bungalow at Sandbanks before the boom. It was nice then.
I bet your bus went past St . Anns hospital where Mum was for a long and many times. She had electric shock treatment. It was all nuts
My boyfriend was in there too. He put his head in the oven. He came out as gay later. He was a croupier at the Royal Bath.
Oh my days. You have kicked off memories .
Enjoy the day x
there are no rules, no meaning. we live, we see.
we see the sea
stir with thickest
cream & sugar
as mum did
she says he was a good man.
those things around me, things are said, overheard and remembered
it means the dust will not settle, and each small thing has importance. it gives me voice
a rhythm of sounds, words and all feelings
I find that when I cannot draw it, photograph it I can at least describe it
pressure goes, is gone with the news that
my legs are ever brown
the trees have changed by the maentwrog
that my voice no longer is
streaming through my head
between my ears sounding
and while all this has settled
tuck in and sleep a while
the pressure diminishes
all was well yesterday