The dead next door

What is it you see, when you look at the dead? Your future? Their past? Or darkness? Instead Of a blinding white light that blows shadows away As they steal through the night, what they cover by day. Oh brother sleep well, through the horn gate you pass, With the Furies beset, for the sinners … More The dead next door

Two for one

Breakfast at ‘Blake’s’ Old antique tables hide old and worn chairs With overflow seating down overgrown stairs. With overblown prices for overhyped wears, A place to be seen in with no scathing stares. The Pope’s pious poison! It’s Friday, it’s fish day, It’s time to fill that chip tray That time of week When our … More Two for one