The Domestic Terrorist

COMMENTARY

1996 saw me working temporarily in various jobs, slogging my heart out for a hourly wage, and even working in a factory for a short period of time. Physical labour. Anyone who claims it had redeeming macho qualities has obviously never done it. My mother had recently left the planet, my long term - and turbulent - relationship was equally unstable, and I found the year as a whole, one best forgotten. In terms of writing, there was a poor harvest. Technically I was improving, but with retrospect, some of the subject matter was limited. I still bore the scars of cranking out 4,000 words a day on demand in an underpaid job, and even now, the sight of a blank computer screen is enough to strike fear in my heart.

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.

90 Minutes
A Better Life
Air Guitar
Albert Einstein
Animal Magic
Anniversary
Atlantic Wharf
Beauty Regime
Birthday
Blind
Captain Caveman
Cruel Summer
Dead Weight
Disappear
Don't Let Go
Driving Home
Drunken Fucking
Eau d'or
Face Of American Love
Father
Foreign Businessman
Free
Generations
Home Movies
I Wanna Be Abhorred
I Will Survive
It Could Be Me
Just Another Cunt
Karen Carpenter
Kent
Like Lightning
Love Songs From An Astronaut
Love Songs
Men Behaving Badly
Mother
Mum
My Newspaper Obituary
One
Peace
People Change
Save Your Tears
Scenes From A Dying Planet
Summer Holiday
Surrender
Susan Brookes
The Joshua Tree
The Lovers
The Stamp Collector
The Three Tenners
The Waves
Thirty Two
Today
Unfaithful
Walking Wounded
Waterfall
World Full Of Cunts

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