"Damage Limitation" in The Ritz Toilets, 1997
Red carpet, burn marks, blur of piss and Mad Dog 20:20.
Foggy bursts of floral perfume masking ciggies
slyly smoked by giggling under-aged lassies.
Who're you to judge, who're you to tell?
She fixes her lippy, dreaming of kissing,
lips smack against frayed toilet tissue.
Slug back warm beer to help forget who she is.
Not that you can, or you ...
Tuesday 13th September 2011 1:13 pm
When You're Happy You're Beautiful
Nothing satisifies.
Nothingâs ever good enough.
Something else needed.
Grass always greener.
If life is to be like this,
it âshould be cleanerâ.
âItâs too expensiveâ
and youâre left feeling hollow
âcoz âitâs all the sameâ.
âItâs Wrong ?" oh so wrongâ.
But when you do feel happy
I will see you laugh.
I love the feeling
of the sunâs smile on my face.
Shining, through glasses.
April - ...
Wednesday 11th June 2008 5:16 pm
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