Bastard!
How dare you
get old
loose talent
become obscure
carry on?
Monthly Archives: January 1997
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Hello Whisky
You’re my friend
aren’t you?
You’ll never leave me
will you?
Oh shit.
The bottle’s empty
Lovers’ Arrows
Silas’ love finally burned
itself out.
It was early morning
by this stage, and the
fire had raged for
several hours.
Happy that nothing was
left of
His love,
Silas left the scene,
returning home, and
fell asleep, still smelling
slightly
of the petrol
Amended 10 April 1997
Ink Well
The teacher once
told Silas
that it took
lots of guts
to write
Finding that the
pen was mightier than
the sword,
Silas realised
that He
was quite an
author
Amended 27 February 1997, 10 April 1997
in memorium
The people who I
Really Love
are those who’ve
seen me naked
and kept a straight face
Amended 23 Jan 1997
Christmas pudding
I once knew a lady
with a dog
named Paxo.
But when she died
no-one tried to stuff her
Zero tolerance
A man said
to me
“Excuse me Sir, could
you lend me 50p?”
Whilst stabbing him in
the eyes
with a rusty nail
that I found in
my pocket, I replied
“But you’d never give it
back, you lying bastard”
And as I walked back to
my car
I thought
if he’d only
asked
for the money, I’d
have happily
complied
Amended 12 January 1997, 10 April 1997, 27 Apil 2001