Simon Mears

so when we catch ourselves, in the moment, when we look in, at what we just became
it’s a simple time to catch our breathe and wonder at the insanity behind such refrain
deep dark and blue, d…

Your journey holds all the gin-soaked elements
Of a runaway train screaming into nowhere town
Your dreams hang on to those barbed wire tenements
You are the circus that forgot to pack its cl…

file under ‘Vogon Poetry’