Born in london,With a cockney lilt,My carefree,But colourful turn of phrase, Distracts those who try to peer beyond,On paper the … Continue reading Sesquipedalian
Eric was the man you called when you needed a hitman to kill another hitman. If you were to pass … Continue reading The hitman’s hitman
As life last sanities thread snaps with an audible cracks, Pictures from these eyes die in diminishing dots, And as … Continue reading Interludes of chatter less times.
As the massive space craft broke the cloud cover of an overcast October morning in London, there was no furore, … Continue reading Not with a bang
This is where we live,We both share this space,Identical in appearance,But our manner occupies opposite ends of the same spectrum, … Continue reading Beware, we live here
As I pass through this life,In my fragile vessel of being,I watch others meander past,Inflicting pain and hurt on those … Continue reading Me, myself and Jack
Arnold sat there, ankle deep in freezing cold water, huddled under a semi waterproof coat, trying desperately to keep his … Continue reading The Great War?