Friday 9 April 2010

I am Billy Childish


This is the poem signwritten on the board in the exhibition. Billy Childish is dyslexic and the spelling mistakes are always left in.

i am billy childish
ex drunk
and compulsive masturbator
late nite vomiter of good liquor
kisser of purple lipped women
riter of poems celebrating the
emptiness of my love
poems hungering for the moment
of my passion
wishing it could always be so
to never let my cock fall

i am billy childish
ex strongman
and 2-bit lover
late nite namer of names
corrupter of the literate
riter of poems that dare
to dream to pass down
the centurys
and touch the harts of the
the yet-to-be-born
wishing to hold them
to my arms
and kiss them all

i am billy childish
ex-poet
and failed suiside
late nite vomiter of truth and lies
kisser of the arses of girls
like the stars of god
riter of poems to lick
the thighs of the dead
for ex- lovers to denounce
and teachers to hate
wishing to paint my life
and to never let my
voice quieten

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

And thanks to Mr Childish,

I discovered that I, too, am a Stuckist.

Thank you Billy for providing us with a voice in a world of conceptual buggery.

Kind regards,
Mr Williams