Exposed
(by Jerry Cullen)

Will a 60th of a second comfort me?
A piece of time frozen,
Or countless such pieces of past.
The monochrome 6x7
Remains the same
And I grow old without you.
And a thousand prints
Could fade
For one hello or touch
As you remain in the moment
And I have a million to cry.

Illusion
(by Jerry Cullen) 

She was pleased with the practised reflection.
Will quick hands and mirrors distract him?
Aren't the best ones done that way?
And while he fills her head with half-truths,
She will hide inside and think
Who will touch her world,
And turn it inside out?

Scars
(by Jerry Cullen)


Nip

Tuck

Slice

They're poking, prodding, pushing and pulling

Mountain to molehill

Boobjob begins

And the eyes of the beholder

can't hide the truth.

That I loved you once

is not enough

Goodbye Killough*

We both have scars


(*A Tipperary beauty spot where quarrying now takes place.)