The night has razor claws soused in horror. It slinked down back roads and alleys with a murderous man. “Listen,” they said “don’t go out….don’t…
The night has razor claws soused in horror. It slinked down back roads and alleys with a murderous man. “Listen,” they said “don’t go out….don’t…
Remember when I threatened, err, I mean, mentioned that I might post some of my 1980s flashback poetry? Well….. I’m starting out with this gem…
“Summer, it turns me upside down…” Magic – The Cars I love summer! I can’t even begin to tell you how much. I love everything…
That 1980s chick has aged just so pretends she didn’t thinks nobody will know pumped up poster pinup she might have been kept on rolling…
Where does your poetry go when you wake unrested from a restless night does it rattle down that old road like a rusty car back…