| already my madness began to stir like tigers in the wind |
| i feel like some german kid where in hell are all the jews |
| i'm a deaf man in a sea of fire |
| go on home the dark is empty drink blackberry wine |
| the bull snorted stomped his hooves and dawn came like gray steel |
| the wind is a blind man tapping |
| the wind came by like an old man beyond caring |
| d.a. levy mixed with mahler stir in whiskey & weed |
| soon the bulls will run to where the smell of death hangs like sausages |
| my face glowed in the match light i listened to the sea |
| fading voices distant thunder |
| sanity sits lonely by the sea |
| real scary lives in your head |
| ghosts like homeless men |
| Free click once a day battles world hunger: www.thehungersite.com |
| Poets don't set out to lie, and now is the time for truth. I want poems which don't distance themselves, hold aloof, poems about living against the background of collapsing democracy, religion, social life and the corporate greed which is ruining our world ... Poems that matter! I try to write them if I can. (Selwyn Pritchard) |
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