Poetry from below the Glass Floor. Challenging the culture that sees humans as objects to be owned.
Readers how many times do I start a post apologising to you for not posting for a while? What can I say apart from sorry! Anyway its Tuesday so that means GoDogGoCafe challenge. And without further ado head into life with me and discovery the exciting developments. Normality Blocked Into Life Longing Waiting Blocked Trudging … Continue reading Into Life
Apologies readers for disappearing, my phone was lost after an official placed their hand in my rucksack. I've been punished enough already for suggesting that this constitutes theft. Yes the rules of the destitute world of homelessness are very different from the world, I hope you inhabit, my good readers. My second apology is to … Continue reading Destitute World
Ok readers I've been a bit Corona crazy and somehow have fpund myself in London of all places. I'd never realised London is so green! Anyway it was my birthday yesterday and all I have to offer for you my readers is a short poem. I hope you like it and I hope you can … Continue reading London Green
Don't be a victim The taunt of the attacker Lips snarled Baying for a response Emotion to blame Eyes hungry for the kill The death of my spirit Don't be a victim You like being a victim The worker says as I beg for help Box ticking Hungry eyes Not broken enough yet We'll … Continue reading Victimhood