#ArtBillyChildishPoetry
The garden’s overgrown now The poppies gone to seed The flowerbeds run over And all is choked by weeds No-ones done the pruning
due to Nestle’s evil practices ( this work is livicated to the si… in the so-called “third-world in t… Drip, drip, drip says the stand-pi… in the shanty town
the night is full of pale blue, glowing mushrooms. An undulating carpet of bioluminescence, a Persian rug of tiny votive parasols, communing with the infinite other. Both between and ov...
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…
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…
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…
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...
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
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
While I struggled to understand how I could possibly be flying, I lost the ability to fly. Just before I came crashing to earth I resigned myself that this was it....i was going to die....
Like a hoof-pick digging deep into the V shaped groove of the horses hoof the poets pen must be gripped forcibly yet tenderly
Great alarm has been caused at the railway junction by an invasion of thousands of rats, which entered the town from the surrounding plains and are dying everywhere. One householder alo...
Who’s fingers are these? Tapping these keys? I’m not sure..... the bones,… But who is the person....? I get… No real substance, places, names,…
Down Bilsdean Creek where fresh a… the bladderwrack rehydrating incom… tiny trout upstream to the overha… sanctuary of dappled dancing sunli… back and forth under the ever watc…
In 1969 when I was 15 or so I cashed my scipt in every day at Boots 24hr pharmacy in Piccadilly Circus for the then legal Diamorphine Sulphate... saw Burroughs in the 3am queue once and...