The Domestic Terrorist

COMMENTARY

1997. A Year. Nothing changed - all things were the same. A year of 365 days. Just like another. And the poetry was mostly equally unexceptional. My longstanding relationship finally floundered, and I found myself with a new partner - someone who would change my life and not for teh better - but that was three years away. There was still too much autobiography in my work, but at least it wasn�t solely self-obsessional. Which, as we all know, is self-disgust.

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.

22 Millionaires
A Beautiful Day
A Blank Canvas
An Ordinary Beauty
About Us
Advent Calendar
Apocalypse
Be Happy In Life
Before You Went Away
Being Famous
Blanks
Changes
Communication
Consolation
Ducks To Water
Englishness
Everybody Wants To Be Wanted
Failures
Falling Stars
Far Away
For You...
Fire Alarm
Fragments
Girls + Boys
Good Times
A Hope
Horizon
I Always Win
Intimacy
Last Minute
A Little Girl
The Longest Night
Lost Forever
The Foot Of The Mountain
A Naked Flame
No Longer With Us
On Top Of The World
Our Love Unbeatable
Our Time Will Come
Our Time...
The Power Of Fear
Promised Land
Rich Apes
Sensitive
Seven
Six Years
The Battle For Control Of The Universe
The Cost
The Eternal
This Time
To Nobody
True Love
True Love (2)
Versailles
Verse for Hangovers
Vinyl Junkie
Waking Up In The Middle Of The Night
Where No Man Has Gone Before
Working For The Man
Your Heart Breathes With Me
You're So Beautiful

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