Vik Harley Poems

What could I do?
Or what should i say,
To prove to you
That all that's been said
...

Staring down there
at the picture of your wedding
(In Leeds)
I notice the Fat Bride.
...

As the words spilled out
more sour than my drunken bile
my heart rhythm beat
this - is - it
...

Ode to my little pink pill
You are my saviour,
And my ultimate downfall.
Like so many little pills
...

Here let me bare myself
Air my dirty laundry
Publicly denounce my soul
For you to feed on the grit
...