Caligula's Launderette

hah! not the only ones. when I think of a word I'll post it. cheers CL

Books that are not books Cling to fake oak Scotch dribbles down Into the fountains of youth The Jazz Singer belts And Fitzgerald spies through specs Jotting lines in his ...

it's formated differently on my comp, sry if it's confusing this way. CL ------------------------------ This is a Business Dirty clothes are littered on The bathroom floor The water red is ...

thank you dear. yes I love French, I am currently in the equivalent of french 5 at my school. such a pretty language. CL PS. you should post some of ...

thank you dear. I'll see to the editing. CL

not so sure how much I like it, but I thought I'd post it anyway. CL ------------------------------------------------------------------------- a figure of speech i can’t help but realize the bloody

stitches come loose to show skin on the backs on stars and shows an unnatural blueness against the blueblood of your coat the Parisian hot sun beats down on us ...

very nice...I especially liked --- Music is....revenge. To write a swansong that need not be your last is a venture to take. By the way your title spawned a few ...

I saw the poem title The Inspiration of a single word here and that spawned this... It's not finished yet, very much a work in progress, especially the last one. ...

thank you. about the "lidded lids" I repeated it because I wanted to tie the two stanzas together...maybe not...I try putting in something else the second time. thanks again. CL

You asked me about last night Through lidded lids and sleep slimed lips And I sighed because that all I could do There’s no defense against you smile Honesty is ...

Part III of the Lyric Trilogy A Girl with Kaleidoscope Eyes Picture yourself in a boat on a river, With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer ...

Scarlet Begonias She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I knew without asking she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias, tucked into her ...

the first part of a short story I wrote for a character developement project for my creative writing class. I'm pretty proud of this actually. CL ------------------------------------------------------

I often wonder if that night meant as much as you let on With the melodic whispers and promises of celestial things One can only touch in thought We had ...