Squat Paradise

Squat ParadiseI’m not the first one,

But I might be the last.

To write on this wall & add to the past.

See Squat Paradise is over,

It’s the end of an era.

It has been short-lived for me but I’ll always remember.

The laughter, the alcohol & the drugs too.

Tripping & pissing in the broken loo.

The walls leave the stories of people gone by,

Wise words & jokes from when they were high.

So these are my words,

They might not be epic.

This is simply a homage to squat house friendship.

Nov 26/06 Barcelona

This is one of the few poems I have written that isn’t centred around love.


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