Bullets at the Ballet
A new autobiographiical series of poetry.
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Lipstick and the Last Thing She Said
A runaway story.
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Going Down on Cherry
Choosing lust over love, or in spite of it. Sheer smut, but that's not the point. A poem about misappropriation (of language, art, emotion), if nothing else.
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The Caliphate Motel (Part I)
A place I go to meet interesting souls and spend an evening or two with William Blake.
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Valentino // Valentina
Valentino // Valentina We could be standing on the gallows As we wait for the last train Drunk as the barmaid is fed-up I say, "Maybe we should sleep...
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Kickings from my Sweetheart
The bad old days.
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The Piss and Graffiti Reprieve
Sequel to "...Piss and Graffiti Train".
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A Darling Candy-Man
*Daddy, look, it’s such an extraordinary garden Where the ducks speak English And I feed them bread-rolls all afternoon And they say, “Thank you very...
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The Sledge
You rode a razor-bladed, wooden sledge through the snow And I, sitting on my mum's tea-tray, asked, "Won't you give us a go?" And you said, "No! Your...
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I'm the King of Portobello
Soy el Rey de Portobello A stylus carving on my chest, Once scarlet and bold, Now grey scar tissue which bleeds no more As unlively as the concrete...
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A View of the Bridge
It came to be that a demise is where I start, Tear up the planks! Fogging the glasses of any coroner who dared get too close, I screamed, "Here! here...
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