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street life
living it like its large but life its so small
sadly it catches up with you and when you dont expect it you fall
you keep up with the trapping, feds come to your door
but theyre done with the shit and youre thrown on the floor
handcuffs are on and youre sent back away
the doctors give you the medicine that keeps the insanity at bay
back and forth for years, everyone is tired
b...
Wednesday 15th January 2020 12:10 pm
dulled
agile mind dimmed by the drugs
they say shes a dopewhore; she fucks all the plugs
no one to care for her, shes losing her mind
but deep down inside theres a loving soul you'll find
scared of her shadow shes been badly abused
covered in makeup so you cant see that shes bruised
turned to the gang because it was the only thing left
but it wasnt what it seemed full of lies and ful...
Wednesday 15th January 2020 11:42 am
street life
Monday 1st April 2019 2:47 pm
Pavement Cafe
I’ve been sitting here awhile
My cup is empty
No matter, I like watching human traffic
Foreign students chatter by
Her! She passes every day
Fresh long hair, a breezy skirt, so beautiful
The picture of my love when I promised her the universe
Now there’s a young man with determination in his stride
His tie flapping across his chest; his briefcase full of ambition
I re...
Wednesday 5th October 2016 9:33 pm
The dog who died
A dog died on the streets today
A well bred dog with pedigree
His coat was riddled with fleas and lice
And his stomach was empty.
He would never bark or snap or crack.
Some would offer him food or treats
And some say he died of sadness and grief
A man died on the streets today
One less dog to think of
some were heard to say
On his passing away.
Saturday 14th May 2016 12:19 pm
The Fox
By the light of the full moon
With my look refined and cunning
I will almost make you swoon
Don't treat me as an enemy
Or fear me as a foe
Don't use evil words against me
I'm a well-bred soul, you know
I'm a smooth, suave, refined old chap
A four-legged paradox
Oblige me for a moment, please
- I'm an urbane urban fox
Monday 11th April 2016 9:05 pm
DEALS ON WHEELS
Scheming, thieving, scumbag bum
Smack head, crack head, someone’s son
A knife, a life, a dealer’s gun
Only mugs do drugs and call it fun
There’s ‘H’, 'Meow' and rocks of 'Crack'
There’s ‘E’s and ‘Speed’ and ‘Blow’
There’s ‘Browns’ and ‘Blues’, a bag of ‘Smack’
So cool and good to go
Come get your fix, it’s such a must
Steal the money from your Mum
Your Dad’s...
Monday 9th November 2015 9:23 pm
Arroyo
Arroyo
The rain has fallen down for twenty hours
from a dead sky of slate and granite hews,
dampening the walls of urban towers.
Cobbled streets the colour of an old bruise,
tyres rattle over pothole dark drains,
counterpoint to some distant splashing shoes.
The day cast in monochromatic stains
as water forms itself into a lake
that eddies into inner city lanes.
A passing car cre...
Tuesday 25th November 2014 7:13 pm
Little Jimmy
Tuesday 2nd September 2014 8:22 pm
On These Streets
An Old Poem:
Cracked sidewalks
follow the stampede
of the craze
of the holidays.
Rain drops as tears
down onto pavement
as the stampede
continues to gather
their gifts
and spend their generosity.
In all the midst
of the holiday spirits,
they never look down.
They never stop to see.
Here they go again,
frantic to buy
for those they love,
but what about me?
When they go,
all I will have
are the stain...
Sunday 27th December 2009 12:48 am
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