brief encounter

do you remember me i’m sorry i… we spent a weekend together i really don’t… twelve years ago sorry…i don’t know you… that’s ok, we were pretty stoned there must be some mistake… your son looks just like you i really have to go… we really had a good time i wouldn’t know… i’ll remember … Read more

soldiers

no one plucks limp flowers they’re not much in demand youth is sacrificed on purpose where beauty is at hand we do not mourn the ugly we mourn a joy forever without the sacrifice of beauty we have no bold endeavour war’s beyond a meaning so the old pluck virile flowers to send to graves … Read more