I don't know what colour it's back IN, but that book o' poems has returned. It has a title as well. Like, a title. An official, real title. OK, enough gawping. You look bored already.
ENOUGH RAMBLING MR COATES.
The title is:
Death, Depravity, and Demolition
Odd title for a book of poems, but it sums it up. Death? Oh, people die. Depravity? Lowest of society, madness, psychopaths, it has all that. Demolition? Oh yeah. Demolition. Got that one covered too.
So anyway, I'll have a cover after Christmas, maybe. You can never be sure the world's single most unreliable, scatty and untrustworthy person (aka. moi). Enough about me.
You're practically asleep. And I can't spell.
