Tuesday, 14 June 2011

Kiss my face




Could it be Christmas already? Or your birthday, perhaps? What's that? No it's nothing to do with your recent success with the alcoholic nymphomaniac at the office party or a pity gift because you're so adorably lonesome. Though you are.

For the foreseeable future (I give it a week) I'll be posting a poem a day for you to love, hate or be completely indifferent to.

The first one is inspired by a painting (above) by a rather marvelous and strange artist friend of mine, Daniel Young.

(click to  ENLARGE)





Russell Jones

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