Have you seen the disgrace?
A collection of poetry written by the late, great, aged aesthete and professor of English Literature, Sheridan Shadrack, who died in a terrible incident involving a pair of slippers and a Terry's Chocolate Orange, published here by his direct final request. Poems about love and law and poverty; Mezcal hallucinogen nightmares, houses with no lights on and stained glass windows in the sky.
'I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shank-er, Shadrack' - The Guardian.
- The Long-Slow Death of Sheridan Shadrack
- On a chanté les mêmes vins
- The Radio Only Plays Love Songs
- I Think Spring is My Favourite Season
- Sketch for A Summer
- I stood outside the job centre
- 'Love Song, circa 1983'
- Mauberley mon amour
- Excerpt of a Diary Found inside A Train Station WC
- Jon the Postman's Final Repose
- A Balding Mr. Shadrack to a Drunken Youth.