Poetry: Inner City Blues by Ian Copestick

Let me take you down To the lonely part of town Where the light grows dim at the end of the day When the sun goes down The strangers frown And the paranoia just won’t go away   Where the homeless sleep The broken hearted weep And love and life always go wrong Where morals…

Poetry: What is punk ? by Ian Copestick

I’ve just seen a question on a Website, ” What is punk ? ” Well, it’s not an easy question To answer. Of course it’s some Of the best Rock-‘n’-Roll ever Made, but it’s also an attitude, A way of life. It’s as subjective as ” What is Art ? ” But, to me it…

Poetry: Homeless And Hungry by Ian Copstick

Nearly half the shops are boarded up The homeless, wrapped in dirty blankets Lay down in shop doorways ” Any spare change, please mate ? ” Is the biggest hit of the season At least it’s the most popular refrain You must hear it 20 times a day But it’s only in the last 10…

Poetry: A Lesson Well Learned by Ian Copestick

  A Lesson Well Learned How can it be ? How come it’s not me ? The universe just isn’t fair I learned that at sixteen All the nights I lay awake Fantasising how I’d tell her Just how much I loved her And she’d fall into my arms And it would be happily Ever…

Poetry: U.F.O.’s Come Get Me by Ian Copestick

Oh, U.F.O.’s come get me Take me away from this planet I’ve tried everything it’s got to offer And none of it’s enough Not enough joy Not enough sorrow Not enough insanity I’ve drank all I can Taken all of the drugs But it’s not enough for me I’ve had the sex I’ve been in…

Poetry: Isn’t It Strange by Ian Copestick

Isn’t It Strange ? Isn’t it strange when you bump Into someone who you haven’t seen For over 20 years, and it hits you Just how OLD they look, because You haven’t changed a bit. A few months ago I accused my cousin Of being my uncle ( his father ) As if he didn’t…

Fiction: Trouble by Ian Copestick

It was my partly own fault, if I hadn’t been so drunk I , at least, might have noticed the gang of teenage lads that were slowly surrounding me. I saw about four of them walk quickly past me, but I was too busy trying to remember all of the words to ” City of…

Fiction: Beggared Senseless by Ian Copestick

” Merry Christmas, ” the beggar shouted, as I walked past him into the supermarket. He was wrapped up in a sleeping bag, several blankets on top of that and he had a cardboard sign propped up next to him which read ” Homeless and hungry. ” Also next to him was a cute little…