Tiny Stories

I'm gonna kill it dead Kill it dead Kill it dead Bound by an unseen thread Kill it dead Kill it dead I'm gonna ki...

Roll Forth You Stormy Tide Roll forth you stormy tide And wash my mind Clean the pollution From my stinking life How many...

Four Bloody Hands Let's become romantic You can pet my nervous ticks Let's salt each other's sores Four bloody hand...

Bloody Drips There's something warm as bloody drips When we are touching fingertips And running through Dunedin ways With burni...

Sinkhole Memory's as dark as pitch With a sinkhole for a head Well I try to fill it up The bottles crowd my bed People come...

Less Skeleton Than Soul Living so slowly It's hard to accept peace in your life Like a pool collecting Where once was a torre...

In Came A Maudlin Drunk In came a maudlin drunk Who could see underwater Once she had sunk A few drinks and knew what to say Th ...

Forget Me Genero The prints in my flat are appalling My landlord surely has no taste A sailboat floats by under sunset somewhere And me...

Thaw My head's so numb If I could draw I'd sketch a bed of untouched snow And though I'd sleep as soon as blink I have ...

Bukowski Loathed Leave us Chinaski Leave us his racing slips  and beer. Leave us your model of what one shouldn't read Grown amongs...

The Only Fruit I When we were young we looked to you For pleasure and for pride W e tried to climb your blackened limbs But your...

Crop A crop has grown within my brain The harvest of a neural strain It bears the rotting of our faith I pluck the fruit to fill...

Smells Like Booze And Fags Again Alcohol, Seed of my father Morayshire Sewn with barley and the Wrecks of drunken drivers Loneli...

Without a sigh, or mournful speech, you left me drowning, pickled with sweetest drink, fallen, wheezing evaporating breath. I'm fa...

Here's a pop song about Borderline Personality Disorder. I'll get a recording up soon.   Her mood is a swinger's club and i...

I first sang this song at fourteen years old Skipping class, to free my head, and walking home alone Stood upon the bridge of Spey, imagin...

Crazy Tim strummed his banjo beneath the monkey-puzzle trees that crowded around his crumbling home. As the romantic bards saw nature throu...

The Hallucinations of J.K. Rowling A play in one scene written by John Morrice CAST J.K., alcoholic schi...