Bio
Deeply pessimistic malt whisky lover needs someone to wake him from the nightmare currently ranging across the world. A good hard slap should do it.
Nick Allen
PanajiGoa
verandahs sag like jowls on street corners
these multi-coloured meringues disintegrate daily
the red-tiled roofs slant as walls bandy-leg under the strain
without recourse to an architect's board or a plumb bob
Under a baking sun the early morning school kids chant
of A-B-C-D floats from behind a whitewashed wall
carried on the strum of the teachers guitarthe tall white
wedding-cake churchgleams on a hilltop over the town like
St Peter in his glory keeping tally of the sinners and the sinned against
in this bizarrely Catholic cornerof this distinctly other land