I’m living in the cellar of a dead… Duncan, my usual purveyor of all t… Told me, “his wife just called and… So, I rooted round a box of ports and…

Where are you going? Eyes of blue. With your car crash of a life. Displayed for all the world to see… Bloated face and gut.

Eyes of blue, I saw them in a pho… Look at me I’m the one who sired… Walk on by. Walk on by. Baby face, like looking in a mirro…

I feel you, Know you are there, Pressing close, Behind me. Yes.

I’ll write some drunken poetry, It may not even rhyme. It doesn’t rhyme. It’s not even poetry. You soft lad!

The fog off the sea has eaten the… gone! Silver sheen, light all night. Cow shapes still! Laying down the circles crown!  P…

How easily he cries, these days, With thoughts of you. He lies. These days,

A boy on a beach, playing games? Playing dead. As the human race watches, At home, safe in its bed. And half the world mourns,

I remember You, Your gutsy laugh, Your smile. The way you read the world, people… The jokes.

What if I won’t be found? As the world turns white. As the winds turn cold. As a young gay man Turns grey and old.

Now is the time to leave the past… With more days done than are left… Burdened grief like Sysyphus’ sto… Mind parades of all those gone. We owe it to them to give,

I don’t do drugs, I don’t do sex. I don’t like hugs, I don’t like pecs. I don’t do dunes or nudey beach.

You’d best not drink with Beth an… I’m pretty sure they’d make you si… Whilst at The Street or C.C. Bl… You’ll lose the key to your hotel… Wake up with Pringles in your bed…