Always giving
Never getting
Always talking
Never taking

One day will I run out
Of things to give, of things to say?
Always helping, never helped.
Is this the way?

Of all the words I struggle to say
There was only three
Where I went all in
And risked it all
They found refuge
In my cheek
So I stumble when I speak
But they couldn't resist
When you moved In for a kiss
The words got cancelled out
When they eventually fell from my mouth
By the redness in my cheeks
And my heartbeat
My chest became a pillow once again  

I hope you find comfort in my jumpers
When I can't be there.

ROMEO &
...MARY.

Romeo and
Juliet?

Romeo and Juliet
....is it?

Sure isn't that all
I ever hear!

That Shakespeare has a lot
to answer for!

See how he stitched up
that poor Richard the **** chap!

He can give a body
the ****

so he
can!

Twisting everything
into that Möbius strip

imagination of
his!

I got my Romeo
fair and square

...so I did!

Yeah yeah, I know
he still carries a torch

"Oh Juliet Juliet wherefore
art thou Juliet."

he cries
out in his sleep.

But, I don't care where
he gets his appetite

as long as he
eats at home!

Sometimes in the midst
of our...eh...great passions

he will call her
name instead

of mine
that filthy little swine.

Sometimes his mind will
even wander back to

to....what's her
face...oh...Rosalind.

Juliet married
Paris in Paris

had ten kids
lost her fine figure

ran to fat
imagine that!

I'd like to see her teach
the torches to burn bright

ha ha
nowadays!

And that, was( despite what
rot was wrote): THAT!

Rosalind had many many
husbands

none of them
her own!

Died of the pox
had it coming to her.

Me & my
hubby still

going strong
50 years married

this forthcoming
July now

put that in
your new biography

and tell it how
it is.

Romeo &
Mary Kathleen Priscilla O' Keefe.

and I see two rose, equally beautiful,
but I take one in cautioned hand
and stomp upon the other
leaving stain of red on a pale foot
and cutting vein with spiny thorn

It is raining when i see it
the man and the two rose
such a pale man
such red blood

It is raining when i see him
the man, who is clothed
holding a blade,
so pure,
that it would be waste if not i -
if not i brought it to feel my chest,
my heart-
it bleeds

It was a simple smile
given on a simple afternoon
just a memory now
but for me,
it slowed the spinning earth,
just long enough
for me to see him