Silks

The iconoclast may have the last say, God seems to have had his or her day and things move on, but if God has truly gone where does it leave me? up a gum tree? (well at least I may bag a bargain) it’s hard then to deny the denier who would destroy with impunity…

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Strolls through Sherwood

When your mind is blank and you’re writing performance poetry even though you know it will tank, it’s a sticky bud poetry and it will not let go of me so I try so I cry but I will write if it kills me, the reaper wonders why I bother oh brother another critic ready…

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The 27th phenomenon

28 June 2016 at 16:40 · London · The day that God died was a Thursday not one in the congregation tried to save him perhaps they expected a miracle which would have been a miracle had one happened Now God had been a smiter and done his fair share of smoting I’m noting here…

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