A Clapton Tale : by Paul Roberts

there was a little bar in clapton where the parrot flew free and you could go to any toilet when you needed a wee where the police were still happy that we took coke off the bar because they were so scared we might be murdered in our cars frequented by nutters all afternoon andContinue reading “A Clapton Tale : by Paul Roberts”

When the street blesses you. By Paul Roberts

No idea how I got here and how I came to be but on days like this when the sun shines through the trees And when i remember stealing a jacket from another homeless guy and a stranger pushing small change into my hands and a lover that I never want to meet but nowContinue reading “When the street blesses you. By Paul Roberts”