by Chris Duncan | Jun 7, 2010 | Poetry
Certain sights and sound Cause me problems I have found The smell of burning hair Is more than I can bear Music to me brings memories flooding, Happy ones and sad ones, alone I’m blubbing Images I see, things no one else knows What it is my brain constantly shows...
by Chris Duncan | Jun 7, 2010 | Poetry
On the way to Bosnia on a Mighty fat Albert Many hours pass, Concorde its not I was serving as part of the crew Before the return journey I had a job to do On seating of red webbing many will know My head in a book when in flight I had a white butty box packed with...
