Here I sit on top of my years Lookin’ down on the street Dreams queue bumper to bumper Hipsters pound the pavement With purpose in their stride
Your father who art in heaven told… that only a few of YOU .....are g… Your father who art in heaven told… that there 'aint much time......if… Your father who art in heaven told…
The world’s a funny old place There used to exist wondrous civil… in south amerika, north amerika, afrika, australia and asia Brown eyes in asia
around midnight pools ancients sta… past the flickering fleeting present peering incredulously into their future
God is everywhere God is in the meadows full of flow… God is the child locked in a cupbo… God is with the dolphins in the se… God is at the heart of all atrocit…
“I met a man called Norman Manly, who’d spent 38 years of his life installing, repairing and cleaning church organs. He’d have continued in this way had it not been for the rather stran...
Charles Bukowski, Dylan Thomas,… poets with sturdy legs to walk the… way down yonder at the bottom of P… Pacing the street to put the beat… poets who bled ink
Leshy Once upon a time and tide When many trees grew tall and wide And everybody lived outside When we were newly springtime born
Everybody has a bag of dirt that they must eat during their li… Some folk keep it right to the end where they end up choking on it Some folk get it served to them at…
Drip, drip, drip says the stand-pi… in the shanty town as the young mothers gather round plastic containers on the ground listening to the drip, drip, drip
She walked down the street carrying her misgivings in a croch… in silk culottes she strode with the determination of the delu… her heels tapping out morse messag…
Eck Ramsay, a retired under-wire manufacturer, bought a boil in the bag cod slice at his local Spar shop. Upon removal of its cardboard outer garments he was surprised to find it contai...
It isn’t in the way the moonlight… nor is it in the way your hair mov… it is not to be found if you set o… nor is it in your past waiting for some archaeologist of the mind
Give me lungs of the wind and the… Give me blood of the torrent and… Give me five stupid question witho… Give me gifts of compassion and f… I’ll give the breath from these lu…
Billy Childish is not some mediochur cunt penning painting lessons for the disenchanted he’s a workman
