#SolsticeSummer
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
“A hawthorn tree stands alone in a… the furrows embrace her in her iso… She sees the world in 360 degrees.… above.......... below
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...
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
Heal us earthly mother so we may do your work Banish our addictions, the ones that make us shirk. Show us overstanding
Leshy Once upon a time and tide When many trees grew tall and wide And everybody lived outside When we were newly springtime born
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
I am the Raven a boundary crosser at the gates of… at the gates of life I am the outsider artist the educated fool
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…
“One day the inevitable shall come… said the ancients. The moon shall one night rise in t… the moon shall seem like it is on… The animals shall look up afraid
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,…
I bought a small bust of John Len… at a car boot sale now he sits on a shelf and gazes at me he wanted love and global peace
my love and i go dancing dancing in the rain around the bells of midnight we gamble with our pain my love and i go dancing
The minister for murder stated tod… that the ministers feet were going… he’d done his best to keep his mou… but split foot karma had now taken… The sheep and the cows and the thi…
“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...