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See, One night we were talking right Talking bout the world And things we knew f**k All about…. Fings and places that we all Had an opi..

I saw a landscape. A landscape brave yet fatigued, Whose hopes and ambitions Slept in dreary coves, With sleep filled eyes. I saw a landscape..

Some b*****d Some f*****g b*****d With the dexterity, Of Sugar Ray Robinson Caught me, Caught me with a hook Caught me with a blow Caught me ..

I’ve words in my head all day. Lifting a word from a conversation, Using a metaphor from an Overheard expostulation, I’ve words in ..

Though you are gone Long time dead And the earth’s soil, stone and clay Surrounds your bones, With their entourage of Worms, maggots and ..

He gets up from his seat in the bookies And strides resolutely over to the glass, He slides a tenner under the counter Attempting to retrieve his..

Farewell my love For I must leave Leave your warm Succulent embrace, And head back to my Estate - My home of used syringes Over filled bin chu..

I have a chariot Hidden, Not far from here. But as yet I have no destination. The bleeding of my soul Is a slow process, That needs careful a..

We hear the city oozing Breathing and contracting It’s contours vibrating and retracting Holding us in Under the shadow Of a lunar moon. ..

She reminds me of oleander Honorary wreaths, And crowns of Laurel. Tepid and cool, Delicate yet firm, One’s very own Sabbath A liberty ..