Month: July 2018

Droning On A drone flew through my window, whilst I was sitting on the po It buzzed about and then buzzed off, why it chose me - I do not know I sat there taken by surprise, and as it hovered near my face... My intimacy was compromised ... I hoped it had no memory… Continue reading Droning On

GOODBUY T’ JANE I was in the epicentre of the land of self pity That masquerades as our capital city. Where smog is the only respite from pollution. And the men who drive cabs have defied evolution. When I wandered ad-hoc into a bar, Where the suited, booted and ooh-la-di-da, Were crowing, blabbering, guffawing and… Continue reading Gudbuy t’ Jane