Post Modern Breakfast |
Post Modern Breakfast Modernity is a post-bedtime destiny After bed we read a book And we lyrically mouth the words In front of our sleepy faces --> --> Modernity is from a time long ago Po...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 09:49:00 GMT |
The Silver Bird |
Learn a song or two And dance upon the platform As you watch the silver birds. We fly by twenty. Forty-two. We fly by the rivers too. Across the glancing distance day To worlds when grass w...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 20:09:00 GMT |
Tangible Thoughts |
It's tangible thoughts. Thick as a cold snow a day fallen. Preying on young calves as I walk along the fields Of my ancestors. There it waits like a snake in its den. I am the unfortunate r...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 13:06:00 GMT |
green hat special |
Green hat you are so special to me. With a beautiful blue stripe and a white one Just above It's days like these when remember what I have And what there is to be glad of And it's you green hat ...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 11:45:00 GMT |
Roaming |
Roaming. Why must I roam when in the city? It is so expensive and I'm already broke And then I get a text and its even worse! So I turn my phone off and cast it away. I make a drink and try to ...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 08:24:00 GMT |
Toilet seat |
Toilet seat I don't know why i love it so I've sat in more comfortable positions. I've sat on beds and pillows too. Toilet seat Green or blue it makes no change. A lid and that wonderful orange ...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 08:24:00 GMT |
the un-named blog |
Has the raining stopped yet? I don't notice anymore Look up your face You join in the rain As you've never really done before How can this be stopped when You just opened up the door How can I go Back...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 02:30:00 GMT |
Panic! At the Disco: revised |
ok guys here's the thing, going out a bit more and hearing a little more of them i have come to realise that although i still rekon there just a another shitty band of todays ever comercialising music...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 05:31:00 GMT |
Bright Light |
Bright light shines on his face.
He glows. But has he grace?
A man crosses the street ahead.
He's tired of it, his lips aren't red.
His hair will never be well kept.
His head is strong but fears have ...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 11:52:00 GMT |
The Letter |
Hello My Margret Herring!
I have grey socks for you today,I drank some vodka so i sway,Ate the cat, is that ok?I cooked it first out in the hay,I ate that dog not yesterday,Chopped it up around the ba...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Oct 2006 09:27:00 GMT |
