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It started by naming the neighbours cat nothing strange about that at first glance Dive deeper you will find that he didn't know anything about the owners other then they lived at no53 and he at 51   Dive deeper, deeper still you could see the concern etched in-between the middle-aged wrinkles always managed to avoid eye contact if you past him by on the street noticed that he had very warn down finger nails, very keen gardner after his wife died   Tabitha, that is what he called he...

The Pedestrian Weary lost in the hub of the departure lounge espresso roast decaf dregs, swirling in hand business men and woman holidaymakers and weekend breakers come to and through their excitement a murmur as memories of Alfresco café’s come to pass Raise a smile fingers begin to walk across the metallic table toes felt the sprinkling sands at Whitsundays adding to the sparkle of the ebb and flow whilst lovers talk the sun captures night Curled duckling feathers casting shadows over the d...

The Civil War of Aris Last seen amongst the trash slumped between the alleyways of the theatre and the pokey public house… Sandals slipped off A burden in the puddles. Crumpled newspaper clenched in between the toes yesterday stories of ill will and City back to winning ways Eyes clenched hiding his green pools sodden hair, curling at the brow cradling his chest to ease the suffering within forgetting shirt sleeves are drenched …arguing moved to push and shove barking with vile charging and r...

How Morning Broke © s payne 2005 Attack – Machete Blood dripping as confetti This is how morning was broke Dawn of screams No bird song Sunrise bleeding out Innocence forgotten Frightened of this day The longing inevitability Slaughtering frenzy Tears of victims Sobs from a witness Mixing with beads of sweat Of militia, young men Sworn to fight Taught to hate (another kind) Buried – orphaned Some father’s son This is how evening fell Moon cut in two Starlight blinking out Pray mistaken as Ple...

Love Never Known © s payne 2006 Amongst the rowdiness Laughter and chatter Mood of change She’s taken to him Moth to the flame Amongst the backdrop Fructis styled hair Pitcher for seven He tries not to stare Picture for an empty frame Hands rooted in pockets Of green tweed Gentle sway of hips As thoughts dismiss Her lips on his Clasping an overpriced glass Thinking quickly To keep the emeralds interest While heart is ripping chest Blocking the crowd less and less Night turned to new day Not w...