To the alcoholic

everybody  is a bottle.

so love can never be mutual

Mytwosentences 76.

He rolled his eyes on the television.Je ne pays pas son license.
She met his eyes down the street en passant and pleasant
His eyes narrowed as they passed through the Thames Barrier;quod errant demons tantrum
His eyes were askew as they sailed in the dinghy down the river bed.Que sera tara
His eyes said,hello babe.Non erat liberace
His eyes roamed about wildly. Kyrie eleison
The cat’s eyes were missing as they drove down the main road. Ite missa pest
His eyes were all over her and she was a full bosomed lady of ample means. Heilige snacked
Her eyes never mated with his although he gave her a large glowering look.Stille nacht.
Your eyes are not sharp enough,the teacher said as I broke the lead in my pencil.Mal a la tete!
His eyes melted the ice round her heart as they caressed her with tender pity.
Oh,mio solo
His eyes spoke volumes but no-one wrote it down so it is lost to posteriority.Amen
Her eyes were as hard as diamonds but in reality she was a soft touch.O mio sho low
My eyes dropped and I looked ashamed of myself.Kyrie illusion
My eyes stammered all down his sweet face. Que sera?
Her eyes ran and so did she…. that seems logical to me.QED
My eyes watered and the plants were rejuvenated.Non tolerante les diables.
Your eyes are too bold,the doctor said.Wear dark glasses and keep away.Niger est superiore
I put my eyes on hold and then forgot!Esta la vista de pleurs
Do eyes count? Numinousity
Are eyes free? Liberare mei
My eyes twinkled when I read his letters.Je s’adore.
My eyes are just stars really.Visible retinae
My eyes are in bed today,Ou est le trouve?
My eye,my eye,my kingdom for an eye..le chat est mort d’arth

I suffered from terrible schemes at Wembley , but I never even knew!

What is so blunderful about men,anyway?

Men can’t carry a mobile in their bras…. is that just? If it fair?

I wish I could meet the Lord…I mean Freud.

Is  it ever too late to cure a prognosis or to endure a diagnosis?

Please wear a frown in bed always especially when harried
Please have clean sex everyday, especially on Sundays.
Please change your underwear gaily.
Please wash your aunts every night especially in summer time.
Please keep your cuneiform safe.
Please wear a cat when out of doors.
Please carry your loves in winter.
Please take your trews off before entering.
Please be a delight at all times.
Please do not let your roes glow.
Please remember you are not abreast.
Please nip envy in the blood.
Please use your body as I would

Photo in North London

Thanks for all your calls and emails,
Thanks for caring that I’m here.
In my darkest,lonesome moments
These replies will keep you near.

Thanks for answering all my letters
Thanks for the time you give ,
Thanks for sharing your deep thoughts,
And being so generous with your love.

Thank you for your wit and grace,
Thank for your funny face.
Thank you for your bright blue gaze and
Thank you for your warm embrace.

Thank you,thank you,thank you,thank you.
Love you ,love you,love you,Love.
Thank you,thank you,thanks to you,
Because,because,because,Because.

Please do not bite your males in church.
Please answer males as soon as possible.
Please do not sulk on the grass
Please keep your own pencil in a base.
Please do not roll heavy bones down this hill.
Please bring your own balls to the play group.
Kindly keep your oughts to yourself….
Please be positive about the negative.
Sometimes the best thing in life is a pee.
Please find your own gay home.
Please turn off your moans in the hospit.
Please be illicit with your desires.
Sometimes it’s better to keep your nuts to yourself
He was buried in the seminary with large marble headphones.
Please defend yourself when prepacked.
Please offend yourself well after dark.
Please keep your louse tidy and well aired.
Please thrash your hands before putting in eye drops.
Please do not bare at the ladies on the lawn
They say noble violence will soon break out all over.
Public disorder not followed here.
Your rioting is illegible.See me after school.If you can’t read this please phone me on my cell drone.
The fielding was a disgrace too the world of wiki
Keep on waving all night…but don’t get basted pleas

No woman ever can be what he dreams

Nor can such give comfort on the road.

Yet every night he plots and thinks and schemes.

And rarely does he ever go abroad.

No food he eats will satisfy his tongue.

The best wine is as naught to mother’s milk.

He grumbles and will not admit to wrong.

I ‘ve known more men than him of this same ilk.

No bed can be the right one for his sleep.

No sheets and pillows suit his wary skin.

He often has made gentle maidens weep

Crying out they’are fat or boney thin.’

Beware the man who never can adapt

For in own lone wishes he is trapped

Depths of my soul

Our music is a late Beethoven string quartet.
Although I can’t see you,I know
You are listening; the arcitecture of my heart
Is structured round this form
alone.I sit here dreaming,hearing the bows
as they most tenderly cause vibrations
sending the song of love through the air;
as also do the strong yet gentle bells ringing
on the collars of goats on a far away mountain.
I know it’s your music; I heard it
when I first looked into your Pyrenean eyes
and knew who you might be.
A pebble is tossed languidly into a lake
yet ripples spread out across the world.
Such deliverances as we find will only
link us further,as we dance,the elegant dance
of the knowingly brave
who never give in,
but will always keep in step with the world
as it turns around and whirls past flashing silver stars
until its time has come.
Yet the music we create remains for ever
floating through the air,
like perfume of these late roses
as I walk down the garden
into the intolerable green newness of this tangled wood,
which startles me with its violent wistfulness.
Oh,come now…I hear your footstep on the road.
It’s the wind sighing eloquently,
knowing you have gone away
into the dark and the deep.where new life is formed
and I wait for you,fierce yet kind, with tender love.
I offer my heart to the world
and this music takes me.

We were dancing to a tune,a tune I’d heard before.
We were spinning together across the polished floor
But as I moved towards you,you moved the other way
And I knew then,you heard quite differerent music play.
I made my mistakes,yet I thought you understood
Realisation comes down on me in a sudden flood.
You’re just a stranger who seemed to know the dance
And I thought you loved me, but that was merely chance.
I’m so foolish, so foolish I give my heart away
I make errors then,of course,I pay.
Why don’t I learn more sense? Why do I repeat
The dance I am dancing, which leads on to defeat?
Oh,I’ll still keep on dancing for dancing is my life;
And like Andersen’s mermaid I walk always on sharp knives.
So foolish, so foolish my artless loving heart
I dance though I know this dance will tear my soul apart

Your skin glows like a freshly picked raspberry at midnight.
It blossoms sweet as the rose in the promise of scope
when you come near me sweetly  perfumed
My yearning heart rises to your saxaphone-like voice and leaps like a young frog at the whisper of your name, Delta x/Delta y
The evening descends  as if on a great eagle’s dark wings.
I am calmed by your lingerie that I cling to  in the twilight  to carry  my walnuts.
I am filled with hope that I may collect your tears in a jug to get washed with tomorrow to save water now we are on a meter
As my buttons fall from my T shirt they remind me of your corking wit.
In the hushed eve, I listen for the first dreary wail of the autumn.
My hands leap to get my warm coat  and woollen hat away from the  ravening dogs of war
I wait with the crystal whiskey bottle for your secret calculus
so that we may be integrated and summed up
as one;hip to hip;quip by quip
in search of the glorious geometry,topology,geomorphology and spirituality,not to mention depersonalology of love itself.

I had to have surgery yesterday so I can’t write  anything as yet

But  it gives me time for reading novels which I love

http://www.relaxationexpert.co.uk/ProgressiveRelaxationTechniques.html

Old wall by Katherine  from her photo art

I liked your joke;it was very re-amusing
Sank you very touch.
I measure my herds tearfully.So rake a lead from a dog.Don’t mate.Ever.
What is that beast being or doing?
Oh,that is our invisible cat,
Will your partner be alarmed?
No.Her bosom is as peaceful and white as a glow worm in June
May I seduce her?
You can but sigh.Try to reduce her for me.I miss her sore touch.
Do you behind what I do with or without hair?
Wit,at the dresser?
I like that ass I perceive.
You are already harried.
Are you never pre-empted?
That does not spatter.
Dozen tit? How about a pudding?Batter my pancakes,Oh, three person God!
Oh,take your privy parts elsewhere.I an well dead up with you.
No bleeding swearing and rehearsing near me.Spank you.
Four letter words allowed only in herds with a sheep frog to guide them.
Pussy might glare at us.I glare back.
Her claws are like magic bulletins.
Why is a cat so?
They get clues to the weather from their dozes.
That rebounds painfully on me in winter.
Yes,but the weather is very sticky in the summer.
Remember old friends from our blunder days?
I never knew Heather but I loved Primula.
Was she not too chastening for you?
She liked a ram very much.
Was it shorn?
They have blue horns or even teal.
How furious is that?
I am very sanguine these frays.
You must alight where you can like a house fly.
You set the world on fire,once upon a rhyme!
Don’t claim me as lost luggage.
You like being lost?
I want to be bound again.Like an old book.
So you have been here before ce soir?
Oui,mon petit.Je sais tout.
And how.You brake French like a creative.
Yes,I am well up in tension and wordsplitting
Do you mean declension?
To tell you the truth I am unswear about language catergories.
It’s all those passing participles.
And those non recurring verbs.
Surely you mean decimals?Like unnational numbers…
Don’t fling more maths into my ears!
Sorry,I’m just blundering out of the clouds today.
Keep still,Will you come again?
OK,my heartstring.My lute.My flute.
Why is your ass so round,by the say?
I guess I must have invented it from my mother.
Your jeans are too right!Do they fit tight!I shall go mad with trust.
You like ‘em?
Yeah,men are so sweet.I like to serve them with a home bathed cake.
Do you have to have a special bath?
I shall take illegal devices fro a soliciter
Watch your doubt.
Oh,nuts!
Walnuts?
Any lemon rind ?
You can be too kind
I blow I am.I thought it was hood.for me
Send me a kiss or a hug,please!
If only it were true bliss.Just you,me and a tree.
Why the tree?
We need something to kiss your behind.
Swine! Beast!
Please,I adore you.Don’t unsweeten me this day.I am just a bit tough in the tongue
Whatever you will.I am yours evermore.I shall covet your treasure for never and a day
O.K.I’ll do it our way.
Press my mutton whenever you like,my beloved.
Flank you.You’re really hip.
I won’t flip.I mope.
I did it in E bay
So they pray.
Yesterday
What on birth did I say?
I feel really gay
Fifty glades,all gray with fatigue