The Clunk Of Feet Over Years
Sun upon a sullen dull window. no one knows the behind of a never open curtain, the clunk of feet over years pausing on the cobbled path in silent stop…
Love Is Not A Starving Child
Use your head not the bed, its bad for the world. Sweat and destruction perspiring in the pit of population hell, love is not a starving child we are too…
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 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…