More poems, gathered from here, there, everywhere; especially those places where they maybe should never have been in the first place.An ongoing compendium of poetry, sorted by happenstance into collections each of around one hundred poems; they do share a lineage, mostly, but not always, they are written with one person in mind.These are poems driven by lust, by love, by being close, by being far away; they are poems of waiting and longing, or perhaps poems of longing and waiting; there may be angst, but there isn't meant to be, the aches, the pains, they have subsided; the therapy of the writing has proven to be sufficient.There is some chronology at play, yet the poems are not strictly in chronological order, for it was some time before I had the thoughts of the loaded Dillinger; presently the third and fourth editions are in development, only today another poem escaped from my mind, as I sat waiting for the car to have its MOT.Will there be an end to this muse, will there be an end to this writing, will there be a reconciliation, or will the poems remain as ever, unrequited.
