Poetry Blogs (epic fail)
Nigel Astell on Disappearing in the midnight air across the meadows (1 hour ago)
John Coopey on SOMEONE FOR EVERYONE (SHE CAUGHT ME SNIFFING HER PANTS) (1 hour ago)
The Ballad Of Billy Nomates
You were bigger than a bus,
with a face as red as Martian dust
and a neck that started somewhere in your crown.
I was small and insecure,
as I approached the guarded door,
knowing that you were about to put me down.
You were giving me that look
that said you couldn’t give a fuck
for my need to get beyond the ticket box....
Wednesday 24th July 2013 7:18 pm