By the shooting range At the door of the plain A poet lies in the ground His family is there and for years they have stared At the wooden box surround Perhaps he stood there And with phrases had cared To have captured the views he found If you're crossing the line An angel you'll find Deep in the wooded land Don't want to grow much older now I...Learn More

Hammersmith underpass 7pm Amongst all the drunkards and legions of men A troubadour playing a song for the boys Busking a chorus, he silenced the noise A melody everyone heard That somehow left people disturbed Crossing through town as the riots began The young man retires to an old Bedford van His mattress is laid like a courtesan’s bed The angst...Learn More