Archive for all the stuff I call poems that I have written over the last 30 years and that I still continue to write, oblivious to the fact that they might be little more than doggawn atrocious in the eyes of those who might not know how to generate within themselves the bliss invisible.
Sunday, 26 December 2010
Leprechaun Falls
i'm looking at the sky studying the signs hangman crossroads way on down the line, they say there ain't faith no more maybe there never was and now the fires are burnin' in the land of because
