Ever wondered what the inside of a poet's mind looks like?
Well now you can find out. This section takes you into the disturbed, depraved, disquieting and downright dirty mind of one James R. Mayou, guitar virtuoso, indie kid par excellence, also author of the poems you will see below.
The much vaunted previous collection of his works, entitled "The Wooden Horse" was sadly lost to the mists of time, but thanks to a joint venture between the poet and myself, we have managed to restore, reclaim and rediscover some of those lost classics, presented here for your viewing pleasure.
The links below will take you where you need to go.
But be warned - Mayou's poetry is filled with disturbing images of self-mutiliation, sado-masochism, imaginary words fused with grim, dark situations to give them their own, individual meaning, and a fat bald old English teacher no-one really liked anyway.
Enjoy.