Monthly Archives: April 2011
Horsechesnuts have a terrible smell.
Springtrees There is a certain smell in the air Has someone had a perm? No, the horsechesnuts are spewing their blossom And London smells like sperm (To the point that I was on my bicycle and the acrid amonia-esque smelling … Continue reading
Danger – Spoon
I worry about spoons, If I have one in my hand I cannot run – This is why. I was eight, My Friends mum told me she had been to the hospital to have her eyes cleaned. I asked ‘How … Continue reading
The 3K ca-beret
There is a place, in London Town, all hidden near a field of green, inside the boxes of units all dark, are things you should have seen. At the 3K cabaret, they kept the verses I hope they don’t show … Continue reading
The Friday in the bac.
This weekend, Jo Below said Hello to the people of Battersea Arts Centre. They were noisy but nice. Especially the ones at the front. And the man who was sat on a VERY high stool right in the middle of … Continue reading
