A site to bring together my poems. Love them or hate them, but please leave a comment. Filming funerals in Hendon, London, sitting in the cold Crematorium chapel, reading the memorials whilst waiting for things to begin. I have not made this up. We worked three days amongst the dead,. Bubble of busy-ness in their. Not the Chinese, sober slabs. Slashed with gold logograms; nor the. Italians, severe in studio photographs,.

A mixted bag of poetry and other stuff. Stands a fountain of lead. No crowd gathers there,. Nor ever has stood at its feet. And in that pool,. Took one look at the state of things,. These are the dark ages,.

Follow the rest of the booze on WordPress. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. The rest of the booze. The rest of the booze. On the fifth day of creation. Something always hides between the wind and the voice. There is always a mask under the face. The soul of a red-haired mannequin quickly loses itself.

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I am basing my assumptions on actual experiences in my life leading up to conversion, and, post-conversion efforts. You will see that my perceptions are shaped by my entire life being led into conversion through environmental factors i. media, society, family.