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…
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…
I laugh, I cry, People Watch Me As They Walk On By.
Lying in state a quick break from the worm, breaking away from the underpinning I am ripened like an old joint, cursed with dodgy seed, trust today and tomorrow I…