when this surreal convention hits town and they hang the delegates upside down to adress an audience that left yesterday then and only then will I whisper my truth the minute after the town is evacuated I will shout it from the roof exposing myself to no-one and boldly confronting nothing would you ...

I think the third line is just as it should be to express the story - so written, it further emphasises that she HAD TO LEAVE of course, i'm not big on technicality anyway. I do have a question. Did he give her the lighter so she would have the need of something to remember him by fullfilled, or wa...

hey, you might be right on this (or "on this right you might be?") I will deffo think of mucking around with the start of verse 3. the obscenity bit is not really gratuitous as this is all a true story...

damn, I am getting outvoted here! Maybe we should forget the 3rd line and move on to the obscenity of the 3rd verse?

thank you for the comments Laurie. the lighter/heavier is my favourite bit as well. I read the leaving leaving endings in a way that makes it ok. my objection to your suggestion would be that I work in a profession where people invert words for no good reason and I have regular urges to kill them fo...

hey. I have edited it now. made some improvements. at my age I am still improving, amazing.

he gave her a black Zippo lighter a week before she had to leave. and she had to leave because his wife found out and argued some technicality about marriage and adultery. he gave her a black Zippo lighter a week before she had to leave as if he already knew she would need a way to keep the flame al...

thanks, Ben. and don't be sad H,
xoxoxoxo (to be divided as appropriate between the 2 of you, i.e. 0% to Ben and the rest to H)

When I see you from a distance my senses start to walk, as you come closer, they jog. By the time you are near enough for me to worship you in person my senses have run away and made a serious bid for freedom. It's a forest scene and during my escape I snap a branch to match each of your broken prom...