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Fools

A Poem by William Coad

Fools fooling aroundmaking fools of fools they found.Cannot wait and cannot wearcannot think 'cause fools are there.Wearing nothing but wearing timefe..

Into the Night

A Poem by William Coad

Go off in to the nightmy friend.At long last your journey's reachedits end.How this cruel world must havelost its sting.How this cruel world no longer..

The Dark

A Poem by William Coad

The dark had betterbe afraid of me tonight...'cause I'm coming.The dark had betterleave on a light for me...'cause I'm coming.The shadow that stretche..

So Many

A Poem by William Coad

So many faces and they all look the same, so many races and they're all just a game. So many places and that is a fact, So many bridges but t..

After The End

A Poem by William Coad

There was no time or place, no season or colour or countenance. There was no ethical rhyme or pace, no theoretical beings mountainous. ..

Ode to Relevance

A Poem by William Coad

You lie on the floor like a thousand broken pieces of glass and china. You reflect the light looking just right, but was it worth the war? ..

Red Plastic Box

A Poem by William Coad

That plastic box, you keep on your shelf- you keep to your self, but I want it back. Little plastic box, with a red plastic lid- it wasn't v..

I am not

A Poem by William Coad

I am not young, I am not old. I am not weak. I am not bold. I am not tall, nor am I short. I am not a freak or some piece of artwork. ..

The Badman

A Poem by William Coad

Mummy always told me to stay away from the bad man. Five foot, nine horn-rimmed glasses, and you had him. He would always stop to talk ..

60

A Story by William Coad

A sixty year old woman stands in her kitchen. She blares the Beatles final album, Let It Be, with total disregard for the people in the apartment comp..