Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Baby Lemonade In the sad town cold iron hands clap the party of clowns outside rain falls in gray far away please, please, Baby Lemonade In the evening sun going down when the earth streams in, in the morning send Continue reading Baby Lemonade by Syd Barrett
Lucifer Sam Lucifer Sam, siam cat. Always sitting by your side Always by your side. That cat’s something I can’t explain. Ginger, ginger you’re a witch. You’re the left side He’s the right side. Oh, no! That cat’s something I Continue reading Lucifer Sam by Syd Barrett