Vogon Poetry Corner
Created | Updated Apr 9, 2003
This week we feature more from Stealth Kam.
Donna
How does it feel to come up here in the Leicester Square?
Make your ride feel like you lived the night
And now it is time to die
On the curb, the curb of the Square.
Night poison, Donna with a Lager chaser
Sit here waiting for the son of the morning.
Storm drains staring and humming
Twilight sounds of vomiting, chucking and now chundering.