EXT. PARK - DAY
The sun shines brightly as Paul sits on a bench and stares out at the verdant scenery. Suddenly an idea grips him and he takes out his notepad...
I’ve been writing poetry for years and I sometimes read them out at open mic’s too! Here’s a small selection.
This was commissioned by a friend to be about the Jubilee and it’s various ambiguities. And as an introduction to God Save The Queen by The Sex Pistols at the party it premiered at.
This, unsurprisingly, is a poem about words. And how I like to torture them!
This one’s about that ash cloud that stopped Europeans flying for a bit a few years ago.
Making all of the world’s problems into a sandwich then solving them with jam. A bit odd, but that’s the way I roll.