skip to Main Content

THE BANKING HALL PERVERT

“She’s going to slap me!” I said to myself, unsure of what defensive demeanour to assume. Do I wait for her to accuse me, and then in a calmly measured voice tell her it wasn’t me while pretending to be offended? Should I make my denial very indignant, to validate…

The Girl Across The Street

Thursday evening, two minutes past six You were standing by our street With your (talkative) friend Your skirt gently teasing the wind. I overhead you saying you know me (A neighbour from across the street) So I assumed your (talkative)…

Back To Top