the little things inside our heads
all seemed as real as rain,
knew nowt about taxation, mortgages or pain,
then they came and scooped them out.... more »
Tormented young souls,
Washed up in the sand,
We cannot depart
this bloodstained land.... more »
Tu es beau, je pense.
Tu es beau, je pense.
donne l'impression... more »
Forts and fortresses,
tables and turnstiles.
We're running miles and miles... more »
Fat man walks into a shop, only £5 to spare,
£5 to spare, Beware, beware!
Picks up his mag - £3.50 left,
chocolate bar costs 60p, that's almost theft!... more »
'This isn't working.'
taking a sip of coffee
Staring at the ring of liquid on the kitchen table.... more »
Mark but this comment from your faithful Donne,
tis true, you cannot spell!
and your syntax, is, oh so very wrong!... more »
Rabbits on the roundabout
Content in their circle of grass
Idly waiting, watching, listening
as cars and motorbikes pass.... more »
The pills they made him hyper
With their lovely tabletty charm
He shouldn't have sniffed that pritstick
Stuck the needle in his arm.... more »
We slip on the snails
Who we did not see
As we tread upon the tarmac
Absorbed in our own misery.... more »
When teatime is over
and the last crunch has been crunched
the stale crumbs fallen from the plate,
the aftermath of your lunch.... more »
You stand behind the counter.
I stare at your eyes
They look far more delicious
Than my ketchup and fries.... more »
A working progress
Which needs to be completed
sleeps in a pocket full of opportunity.
opportunity... more »
We live for sheep
and d' love the sheeps
and they d' love us
we love how they bleet... more »
Strumming our guitars
to the wrong fecking beat
Singing out of tune
Tapping our bare feet... more »
Let's go for a walk
through the icy fields
wear our bobble hats
and feel the crunch beneath our heels... more »
My chest is rattling,
My sinuses are blocked,
I've been snivelly and yuck,
Since seven o'clock!... more »
I won't cry over you
When you stand me up
to play silly games
with your silly friends.... more »
Like moths to the bulb
Their beady eyes scan the room for traces of alcohol... more »
This mountain has grown
right over my head,
It keeps me awake,
When I'm lying in bed.... more »
I was so motivated
I was so dedicated
I spent a lifetime working
towards a superbitch career... more »
As they lowered her coffin
he felt the white breeze
he gazed at the tree,
at it's brown, dying leaves.... more »
and paper daisies.
and designer babies.
they all have rabies! !
Even the ones in the navy.
Like dodging raindrops from summer skies,
we brush the tears away from their eyes,
and we teach them to hide
what they're feeling inside.
But does carrying an umbrella
put an end to the rain?
and does forcing a smile
make them forget about the pain?