In the waves under a Dancing moon Like a caterpillar out of a fresh… This after Deaths sweep clean wit… You can’t wait for bad memories to… And to fill up with sunshine’s for…
Thoust. Shake my words And rattle your pages Thoust, Spread thy quill In gibberish motivation Thoust, deliverance
I Play the guitar, So What! I write songs, who gives a jot? I was once in a Band, in Bananara… I had one fan, a Tone Deaf, one n… I like Clapton and Hendrix, So W…
Works I may like In Daylight or Twilight Or under the Sun Or At three o clock at night Your there controlling my eyeballs
Triggering a dramatic chain of eve… With dim witted friends And exposing ignorance of transpla… To the flat like a cattle rancher Outside an engineers truck, loses…
I see the Eager Rain Dancing on my window pane Your in my cool eyes again Looking Wild and Tame Dropping coins in the wishing well
I Met this Gurgle The tuther tray She was pearly prettnosed. In anniversary strum decay She twiggled. In tramlined.
I’m on a Poets Walk Where the trees talk And flowers sing On a gravelled road That carry thought
A Seagull takes off, then it land… It’s Phenomenon, in it You go out then, you always come b… It’s a Phenomenon, in it, as well
He discovered childhood, dry Soma… A teenage wildlife officer with si… Met topical guests and Coal Scutt… Then wore a deaf aid as a Sotheby… His restoration of former Glassho…
A slip in the dripping croak of di… A campaign to relax in sci fi From a clapping ball boy in Berli… The lucrative freaky can of worms A social media Polaris stinking
As I explore the legacy of featur… The presenter lifts the lid on the… And a woman seeks the feel of her… As I sit disjointed making romper… Then I get a visit from a chef
My father was a trampoline maker But he had his ups and downs But when he sprung his life into a… He nearly ended up in town My mother made pogo sticks
It could be worse Written on the gravestone In the unkept churchyard by the se… Other Dead people had it worse th… It’s no good feeling sorry for you…
When there’s not a lot to do And your mind has too much informa… When there’s not a lot to do And your fed up with your location You look in corners, for a lost vi…