Category Archives: b

what is my nation? bleeding dust and angels this greedy land of ghosts a hedge row, steeple, double decker bus these tired dreams stone lions, rain. 14th Jan 2010

Brief thoughts on Death and Murder The dead walk the earth; their curses in our ears While the wind whistles its funeral song There is nothing either lost or forgotten Just the sound and fury of eternal wrong. CJHB. Nov. … Continue reading →

Brief Doubts on Time. Time is a worm With a death head curse It comes from behind the dark Into light But the manner of its working like the depthless night Is a tone beyond vision The very soundless sight. … Continue reading →

Bloody Women (To Wendy Cope etal). Bloody Women are Like Bloody Cars Every Colour Every Type But you need the Right Kind of Engine Otherwise they’re just tripe. You’d think they’d be Pretty Much The Same But look inside and … Continue reading →