Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Tuesday, 31 December 2013
Seeing out the old.
Haunted by the ghosts of children
as they pre-decease
taunted by returning conscience
ageing ain't a piece of cake.