

Ode To StellaStella, you served us well tonight. Lubricating our tongues and throats we felt parched. Moving not from the bar all night our shouts were forced to meet you.Ode To Stella
Stella, we drank with the conviction of students, Believing in nothing beyond this great night. (By which I mean we thought not of a hangover).
11:30, our spirits had surpassed the occasion, (By now suffering effects of your bubbly persuasion), We sang bawdy songs even sailors would shrink from.
12 o’clock, or thereabouts- By the barman’s reckoning “last shout”. Another came to collect us  


A Rich Bastard May I BeI was born a poorly lad My pa a chimney sweep From the longest line of ne’er do well’s You’d ever chance to meet.A Rich Bastard May I Be
And on the days I helped my pa He sang these lines to me I remember each world clearly now: A Rich Bastard (May I Be).
Oh, sing it now ye sons of Eire And daughters of Rhiannon Sing with a loud and healthy voice As is our wont and fashion.
Young Paddy there will strike a tune And we’ll dance a merry jig. Right throughout the afternoon We’ll dance a merry jig.
And when we can no longer dance We’ll drink


Assortment of '5 Word' PoemsI make unattractive faces while I stretch But at the same time it brings a Zen-like calm to my day The way all the serotonin in me pirates the stress from my brain Bottles it up to release at another, more suitable time I can’t find a better substitute for this superb relaxation And I get the feeling Neither can youAssortment of '5 Word' Poems
^^Dedicated to Japhie Niver, who makes unattractive faces
I GRASP THE LION’S MOUTH I have reciprocated it’s ferociousness And it is green with envy for my courage Although we both know it will soon consume my courage Because that is what a


My Yellow PeriodMost people say the best kind of art comes when the artist is at their lowest point. Picasso’s Blue Period, Weezer’s Pinkerton, Palahniuk’s Fight Club…none of these people were entirely happy when they created their masterpieces. Me? I’m a dreamer. I’ve got this vision in my head that all it takes is one moment, one occasion where I rise to action, and suddenly everything will be right again. Suddenly, I’ll be right back where I started. I clasp one eyelid to the other, because it’s time to focus.My Yellow Period
When I open them, her elegance will grace the doorway. Bi
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The future you have tomorrow, won't be the same future you had yesterday.
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I hold a beast, an angel and a madman in me (Dylan Thomas)
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