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.