Shane Macgowan (Remove filter)
Homage to Shane
I saw a pot of gold
Sitting slumped by the road
He was beautiful and broken.
And shone with alabaster
Broken teeth and shame.
His words were gold.
He was rotting
In his prison
But still glowed
With all thats great.
Of the greatest of hungers.
He was Behan
He was Mangan
He was unshaven.
He flowed with a love
That only he could see
With fidd...
Monday 18th February 2019 5:20 pm
Recent Comments
Stephen Atkinson on boulevard mirage
3 hours ago
Yanma Hidayah on The Little Me
5 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Who Am I
14 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on boulevard mirage
14 hours ago
Tom on The Meeting Tree
14 hours ago
Russell Jacklin on The Iceman Cometh.
15 hours ago
Philip Stevens on This Imaginary Life-Part 3 (Nature)
16 hours ago
Ray Miller on This Imaginary Life-Part 3 (Nature)
17 hours ago
Ray Miller on The Iceman Cometh.
17 hours ago
Ray Miller on Do You Remember The Worst Time?
17 hours ago