Poems from Carl Halling
I love, not just those
I knew back then,
But those
Who were young
Back then,
But who’ve since
Come to grief, who,
Having soared so high,...
‘Temper your enthusiasm,’
She said,
‘The extremes of your reactions;
You should have
A more conventional frame
On which to hang
Your...
The legs started going,
Kept awake with water,
Breathing,
Arrogantly telling myself
I’d stay straight.
Drank gin and wine,
Went out,
Tried...
my life story
is littered
with the ghosts
of golden
opportunities gone.
Yesterday for my birthday,
I started off
with a bottle of wine...
I took the train
into town...
I had half a bitter
at the Café de Piaf
in...