Poetry Writings Artwork and stories from Neil Furby

Jun 28, 2008 at 00:44 o\clock

Suddenly we are all green

Rock and roll was here to stay but now  its stop and stall . We slow down while others on planet earth speed up .Is it to late .The global village is getting tatty round the edges Wasters put in the village stocks . Pump water turns grey .Thatched roofs rot.The old church opens its doors to let God out.Dogs and cats go mad.The Village folk dance around the May Pole early . Round and round . Music scatter gun noise. The sun blinks .Black holes beckon. Lets fast rewind quick

@neil furby