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
Missing God
sometimes
I feel like I just missed godhe skips out the back door as I come in the front
he slips away in mist by the riveror stands silently under a trees shadow
I walk down the street just as he turns the corner
when I look up from my book the room is empty
alone in a dark room flicking the light switch but still there is nothing
I open my eyes quickly or don't close them for hoursuntil they are dry
but I never catch himor her
never a glimpse because heor she
really isnt there