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.
Thursday, 30 December 2010
Simple Livin'
Karnataka beers best in the world when nicely chilled, Haywards, Knock Out Kingfisher Strong, nuthin’ better than drinking one after the sun has sung its song with food to come and after food sleep
