Just got bach from Thorne where M... took some photos for me. I've managed to upload a couple into my profile; but I might as well put the other two in this blog.

SERVICE

His dashboard was empty
So he came to a full-stop
Just short of the garage.

On his car radio
It was free airtime
For his well punctuated
tyres and tested.

PUSHED OFF

By 10:30
He was published
And was asked
To leave by
The barman.

His friends tossed
To take him home,
He slept alone
In continental
Syllables.

It's getting to be annoying; my computer is functioning efficiently...apart from Messenger, that is. Some times it boots up fine, others it just freezes; sometimes an error message, others not.

Booted up first time this morning though. A day away from the computer today; I'm volunteering at the charity at Thorne; I'll be able to monitor the cricket score via desktop scorecard though.

IMPROVISED LINES

I like your well-read suspender belt
with the pink carnations on,
and the glistening wet
sunset between your thighs.

I dream of your seaweed-stretched body
smiling; naked on the shettsilk sand.

I enjoy the gentle touch of hand on brush
slowly stroking the taut-pulled skin.

But I am continually aware of your presence
by your absence
like the kiss-sealed envelope you gave me
last Christmas
only to be opened in the event of my
untimely death.