#SolsticeSummer
Billy Childish is not some mediochur cunt penning painting lessons for the disenchanted he’s a workman
Mirror mirror on the wall Wall Street tremble Wall Street… Projected illusions, pyramid banks In dollar we trust, “no thanks” Global apartheid, Untied states
Like a hoof-pick digging deep into the V shaped groove of the horses hoof the poets pen must be gripped forcibly yet tenderly
Trimming the wick of the giant can… the last lighthouse keeper rides t… climbing out onto the ledge he exh… as the cruel green sea beckons lik… one step away from eternity he hes…
I am the Raven a boundary crosser at the gates of… at the gates of life I am the outsider artist the educated fool
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…
There’s an outlaw hiding-out insid… He waits in ambush, till I think… Then swift as lightning on the dar… He’s right beside me, putting out… Yeah there’s a desperado deep insi…
A bomb at a Manchester pop concer… dominates the news for a fortnight world leaders express their revuls… celebrities organise a show of sol… Leaning on my gate
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...
Heal us earthly mother so we may do your work Banish our addictions, the ones that make us shirk. Show us overstanding
The smoke that swirled up from her… With cupped hands she began to gat… Very carefully she began stroking… What had been the contents of her… before, were now compressed to the…
Her timing was her function.... S… flowing ever.....onwards ...upward… late at night... soul sister... ra… that binds you ...and blinds you..… on the conveyor belt... chastity b…
My name is john I am the son of a slave My father was taken into slavery At the age of fourteen Where he was forced to work in a q…
He lived too many floors from street level for his advanced years but Ambrose grew up in a time when one did not complain over loudly in case one’s right to complain be taken away. The ...
At ringend on june sixteenth ninet… Molly opens her door and Literate Leopold plonks his k… Isn’t it grand to be remembered this way?
