Poem by Paul Tristram
Crossbows, Porn Mags, Tobacco We saw it whilst hanging about in a rusty old, graffiti covered bus stop down The Saltings. It was written upon a scrap piece of paper [...]
Crossbows, Porn Mags, Tobacco We saw it whilst hanging about in a rusty old, graffiti covered bus stop down The Saltings. It was written upon a scrap piece of paper [...]