Soft surf Peniscola beach.

Kicking through the gentle surf, I see Sea; Life and death. Water of life bitter to taste, killing the tree, Death is the Sea Shells Sanctuary. Broken Rocks, Broken hearts. Even your name evokes in me; Peniscola! Penis, giver of life whether desired or not, Six percent? Cola refreshing the parts we dare not mention;Continue reading “Soft surf Peniscola beach.”

My thanks go out to the lazy invertebrates

Thank God the sun refused to shine, Or I might have thought I was loving you!   Walking into that same old trap, heading for the same old crap, Early mornings, afternoon nap, A woman who could really sap.   Then out she came with the magic word, Something I’m glad I just heard, SomethingContinue reading “My thanks go out to the lazy invertebrates”