STOP!
The show is over
The stage lies empty
Dust is shaken from the cover
The last cracked actor is me
Exit stage right
Flee into endless night
YOU ARE READING
Launching Your Diary Into Space
PoetryA collection from my old notebooks from my teenage years. A look into the 'birth of Benway'. Featuring angsty love-lorn poems aimed at no one in particular to Dada experiments. A lot of it is old rubbish but someone might read it.
