fred carter (1993 -? / reigate)
Biography of fred carter
fred carter Poems
You'Re My Enemy
First there’s the look, That says
Walking the pavement,
This Poet hasn’t much to say He hasn’t much to write He hasn’t yet touched the snowy peaks of mountains Hasn’t yet rubbed noses with sealife, deep sea flowing the 7 seas
The sun beats down on a Sunday morning, And I’m walking through Town, through the park, Backpack and jacket, sleeping bag in hand.
Parched Of Mouth
No expression. Can’t think No thought Nothing coming.
Early morning dew, Settles on the balconies, And slated roofs, Clothes left out,
I Am The Lord Of The Dance Said He, And ...
Feeling like You’re on top Of the world When legs
Sunday Morning Sunshine
Ticking, coming from somewhere Down a hall In someone’s house
Early morning dew,
Settles on the balconies,
And slated roofs,
Clothes left out,
Are cold and sodden,
Streets are empty,
I feel like some alley cat,
Up before anyone,