THINGS WERE BETTER
BACK IN MY DAY
what
kind
of
wasteland
is
this
past ?
that permits
itself
such a rosy glow ?
Q&A
whats its like then
being a poet
and that ?
he asked
like all the words
were new to him
well i wrote it down
didnt i
i said
so i didnt
have to talk to you
POSTCARD FROM BRITAIN
cluster fuck
in
the
fug
over here
rich seams
mined
to disaster
i hear a sid james laugh
whenever news sneaks
itself on the tv
im behind the sofa
worse than dr who
ENGLAND NOW ?
is there no england now
in the post truth world ?
and when was this
truth world
anyway . . .
did i fucking blink ?
from telegraph.co.uk
