Trevelyan's Dream Hell below the other, There's no move. Singing, we go to a distance between easy masses; One heaven, Its bodies proportional, Walking product of the attitude. No... Us, their divided, dine today. Shes two ravens, Directly over square of the New Age, Alone. I attracted two within school. Any are Maybelline; Why them, unto a woman? Imagine you heard that Beethoven. Above all don't be one of us. The only sky, As another force. You dig the song, And I was what is, she say.

An Old Friend I wore long hair and tie dyes, Just like a flower child. You looked like Dennis the Menace, With your afro and your stripy jumper. Such a pair! We used to bunk off college, All in the name of adventure; Heading to the beach To light a campfire. I'd go skinny dipping, While you sat on the golden sand Smoking marihuana. One afternoon I still recall: Dylan crooning from your stereo As we sat in your mum's kitchen, Drinking endless mugs of coffee, Playing endless games of chess. You beat me every single time. Later on, We drank cheap liquor, And then, Drunk as two sailors, We stayed up all night Playing our guitars.

Intrusive Thoughts He enters by the door. It starts all over again. The hurt, the harsh words, The laughter at my expense. Does he really understand How those words affect me? On the outside I am calm, Almost smiling. In my imagination, He is lying on the ground. My hands are at his throat, And there is blood.

Those Eyes Sultry eyes in black and white That penetrate me to the core; Those eyes exist now Only in old photographs of you. Now we lay in silence, So long since you last touched me That inches may as well be miles.

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