No Hedge To Piss Upon
One has not a house or garden nor fence to jump over, no hedge to piss upon, sofas fridges fences, fat bins, bills & papers, bottles, cans waste, upon the…
To Find England, To Find Genteel Ladies.
I am sure you will find England once more and leave America behind with its ballistic mind we may rediscover gentlemen and genteel ladies of grace & sit by a…
Of The Barren Lands…
The new course of the Barren lands and chances for the pioneers of clean lands, free from feudal infusions and control. A new land where higher intelligence brings forth clarity…
Trying For The Next World & Hatred In Their Eyes Two Short Poems.
Trying For The Next World. Pushing my fingers distorting the plasma I was desperately trying for the next world I could see it all in the lovely colours, but there…
I Am Not A Friend.
Somewhere neutral in the sky is that where we wait when we die, we are the life, we do death, make no bones about it we are mobile evil who…