http://slow.writerscafe.org/daveyboygreen The original writings of author daveyboygreen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776051814 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I amand willforever be undone.bewitchedsingularly unpickedstitch by every manly stitchwhen such a soul, a woven soulas hersof lightand starsamidst the beauty of her darkunsolvabledeepest thoughtslocksupon my eyesand lingers in my heart. A field of Golden desert.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daveyboygreen/1243564/ he rose very earlyevery morningGloryin his reachhe would wake from farm to streetI am the C**klet all and every knowI am awaketo slay the stench of sleep. she would be curledher sleek downy hairbristlesat the C**k’simpatient resurrection lazy and warmI am t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daveyboygreen/1227246/ In blanketsin Augustour bouncers to the stubborn summer coldI whisperedmy breath recordedin a billow of steamwritten in warmthon the evangelistic freeze'I cannot spoil youbecause I love you'it turned outyou cannot love mebecause I spoil you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daveyboygreen/1218430/ Jealous diamonds would steal the sparkle from your eyesthe sun would take it’s rays back from your golden hairangels squabble to stroke unblemished skin The Lord and the Devil both want your smilefor they are weak at the knees . Cupid wants your kisses for his arrow tips.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daveyboygreen/1216278/ these smallest thingsconcocted in loverunning for a weeterets when you're drunksnacks that I knowwine that you drinksleeping bag snoozing on your winter couchwith Poirotin a preenin a poutsuch arethese smallest things. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daveyboygreen/1209046/ the mirrors know more than meyou told mesometimes tremblingyou talk to them unblemishedand they listen the mirrors are perfectlyreceptive you saidclean surfaced, unstainedno chinks in their armourof understanding the mirrors are never too deepor judiciousI thoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daveyboygreen/1207089/ my eyes went out for a walkfor the daywith complaints in their pocketsdog-eared, pickled in pridemarinatedwaitingand tired. they were sickrepeatedly screaming at mefor being on watchall the time"let's just suck up the lightby the pooland let eyelids and eyebro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daveyboygreen/1205636/ a Chekhovian endingwhen I needed a Philip K Dicksomewhere betweenyou being an androidor a peasantwould have donebut time ran awayfrom Misail and Iand you crammed the lastchunk of our liveson a pageof divorce. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daveyboygreen/1205533/ it was tribalboom boom basssweat and smirkssummer night skirtsAugust evening bar butterfliessticky in sweet heatunaware of how their fizz fadesas the wee hours collect the grafterselectric senseprickling antennaesniffing open doorsprising all the closedshaking cashmaking ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daveyboygreen/1205065/  In temperMaudlin Jones' right ear frothedin red bull-baiting furyhis beer whippedinto a frenzyas he swirled his pintin revivalat the busy but lonely bar. In his wakeMaudlin Jones' wife with tearsin her mashed potatoand onion gravylay on a cracked platedishwas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daveyboygreen/1204778/ I remember how you saved meI was soporific saladdebris in the kitchendestined as a Leonard Cohen balladbut to wither. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daveyboygreen/1198332/ The clap splitsThe cussAnd clashBehind the eyes The nightAs insulating as rabbit muffsTrapsAnd tricksSo never let our quickstep slipFor Breathing as a kettleI resistUntil the Kingdom comesTo the dance of the ever faithless kiss. I resistI resistMy shoulder so m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daveyboygreen/1195292/ Each purple gladiolae petalfurls and foldsin royal Grecian velvet strokesas bluebells dripin life, in dripping lifeupon the teatime shadowuntil a clang of trumpet blue is born. We hear the bark and buzzing treesof bees, such dogged beeswho come and goupon the teatime shado.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daveyboygreen/1182926/ You had the curvesof an Opera singer's wordsA melody upon my eyesof heavily sueded lidsso kissedas ifEtta James had slowly lickedyour carameland chocolate swirls of hair insistto slipthrough my fingersmy lost blissthousands of skies away. You were my Carmenso dimpl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daveyboygreen/1182925/ in these clothesin these clothesin the rain on tuesday's wrinkled noseI grow oldfor my lazy sunday guitar showsI never wear the bottoms of my trousers rolledin this skinin this skinin the bark that holds my sawdust inI am old. so when tonight the sun is swallowed by the se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daveyboygreen/1182335/