The soppy side of Liam G
I've been writing poetry for as long as I can remember, some of it good, some of it bad, all of it unpublished until now. As a teenager only charitably described as 'sensitive' I used to knock them out by the barrowload. Fortunately most of those are lost and if anyone ever finds them, that was a different Liam Greenslade and anyway blackmail is a very ugly word (though not as ugly as 'concanetated'). These days I come up with about one a year and the world of poetry breathes easier than it once did. These are just my favourites and I'll be adding to them as and when the mood takes me. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did writing them. If you like them let me know and if you don't then keep your keep your fucking opinions to yourself, you philistine. I'm a sensitive artist.
| Amongst the furniture of our hearts (1990) |