By Mark Lee Riley
From colorama to pannavision
All looks the same on my television
And the girl with the hepburn cheekbones
Sighs and waits for the mailman….while 200 light years away Arthur
Negus calls our bluff in a BBC2 tea breaked powder puff
And don’t forget the jammy dodgers and the milk in last …..and the
Tannine stained lady di teacup…my [...]
By Mark Lee Riley
Wet n windy smell of greased up chips n imported fish
Old ladies rummaging through the endless tat and bingo boards
And Everythings a pound with bread n butter and mugs of brown tea
While the waves keep on crashing like theyve always done before.
Well lubricated landladies serve up working class favourites
On china blue with [...]
by Mark Lee Riley
sometimes I lye at night thinking
in my sea of blue floating
away to the end where the
music started with choirs and angels
and atoms parted.oh infinity how do
we comprehend thee?
and when I wake in slumbered morning
to tired to remember dreams of longing
I start the way life comes to me – wash dress kiss
love work [...]
by Mark Lee Riley
Some say he’s a dirty ol man
In a rain coat with greasy hair n hands
Who’s the bogey man under you bed at
Night who paints your room in speckeled pooh
And needs the pills and suction machines
To give a boost to his hoody man on
A dirty sheeted eve
Oh mr kent please take them all [...]
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