The unwell |
she sitsbrow aching to be moppedby caring admirerswoe for she is painedthe blonde is not herselfhow can this besuch perfection in gods earthscandalous for the orchards we tread must not wiltthe crops ...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Oct 2008 07:55:00 GMT |
The people`s champion |
I am the people..s champion.I fuckin am.They told me.With their tears.So that..s ok.And now i sit with blood dripping from my nose.And that aint a lie.All i wanted was love.And you Judus WhoresBetraye...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 20:50:00 GMT |
Bukowski Dad |
I hate with all my heart
My Bukowski Dad
when i hear him talk
Of his beloved
Eastern European
workforce.
I hate with all my heart
My Bukowski Dad
when i hear him talk
Of what he could do
When he was o...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Jan 2007 10:30:00 GMT |
Neigh brrrrr neigh brrrrr |
Horses
Someone`s got the hump.
I just wrote a lovely piece about horses and it just vanished.
Abit like Shergar as we`re on a horsey tip.
He was kidnapped when i was small.
Dreadfull business.
...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 20:04:00 GMT |
Donkey of the DAMNED |
I work,I am a horseI have slightly rough hands and pain in my eyesYou`ll find me in the raintears rolling down frozen stubbled cheeksGrey skies above taunt me of fresh miseries to follow.The crowragge...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jan 2007 09:14:00 GMT |
I like this poem |
Postboy You kept us alive you fed us as we fried our brains Nightly Ever so slightly You were`nt to know Your gastronomic backhanders treats for the ones that could afford to eat lunch. We fell on you...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 10:27:00 GMT |
Poem for the late night revellers |
She was a lovely girl, Classy. Bout so high. Smashed a fuckin glass in me face. Claret and tears there were. She was an angel. Fuckin loved her. Copper, Come here. Bang. They`ll be 3 hits, Me hitting ...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Apr 2006 16:36:00 GMT |
Fog and rocks. |
Like a hard man, I took the stage. The birds were well all wanting me. Resist,be strong my small feeble child. The lord, he`s always fuckin bleeting in my ear. And i understand. What it`s like to be a...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Apr 2006 15:53:00 GMT |
One of the greats that i let slip. |
God i love you lot. All them wonderful tits waiting to be smashed. Shame i`m a bricklayer. Stuck down a fucking footing. In the sleet, Shitting on my head. And i aint driving some big flash motor, wit...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Mar 2006 03:43:00 GMT |
My new poem,"Pon the scaffold,the wind cuts through" |
Bricks,Fuckin awful bricks.Why do you plague me?Oh vicious Thermalite.Wind doth blow your poison dust in my eyes.Cement,you cunt.Burn my hands.Burn through my wonderful piano playing hands.My hands.MY...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jan 2006 10:51:00 GMT |
