dreams of disaster

every man has sat in his car, in the middle of nowhere, thinking,

V12E

is she worth it?

We talked of life

of love and strife

I said wanted her for my wife

and, cruelly, she laughed in my face

~

I wonder where she’ll wind up

silken sheets or tin cup

a timeless love

or just a fuck

~

A year later, I went past her misery, not missing a pace

~

words and pictures by jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

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