The Domestic Terrorist

COMMENTARY

A year in Leicester. My time at Uni in Leicester was fast settling in co-habitation. I never saw any point in being young, stupid, and having pointless sex with dismal wenches whilst drunk. Oh no. Leave that until I�m 26 at least. In the days before the Internet, I wrote abundantly through boredom. Unfortunately, there was little evidence of my talent as my meagre selection from the year proves. Be gentle - unlike time.

NOTE
These poems use the old layout of the site, some quite dated white upon black design.
I don't like it, but let's just say it's a 'retro' design. Might be worth a bit in a few years.

16 Again
Beautiful Lie
Beyond Reasonable Doubt
The Ceremony
The Dragon Poem
Drop In The Water
Emotional Shopping
England Is Dead
Excerpt (from another poem)
Fairytale Romance
Memory
National State Of Emergency
Perfect Days
Perfection
The Price
The Rapture
The Shortest Poem
Sunlight Crazy
When I Was Young
Whores

"consult the Book of Armaments"

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