This phoku wouldn’t trade his silk worm’s life for anything. Not even a chow mein.
Sunday, May 24th, 2009A perfect male life:
Eat like a glutton all year
Then become knickers
Archive for the ‘In phokus’ Category
This phoku won’t last forever
Friday, May 22nd, 2009The canal jungle
Will swamp and scour away
Man’s shallow footprint
This phoku is trying not to make eye contact
Wednesday, May 20th, 2009A tattooed skinhead
Proclaims your identity
And deters muggers
This phoku will turn this artefact of nature into a thriving tourist attraction by 2012
Monday, May 18th, 2009The swirling sea fakes
The imprint of a giant
Limpet on a rock
This phoku wonders what bargaining chips he can offer the seated pregnant woman eating smelly food whilst listening to loud music
Saturday, May 16th, 2009Bright childish posters
For an immature city
Finger painting next
(click the picture for legible bigger version)
This phoku is facing her nemesis
Friday, May 15th, 2009All cyclists take heed!
Stairs and lunchtime shopping crowds
Are your enemies
This phoku intends to engage fully with this festival season
Monday, May 4th, 2009Brooding cloud bouncers
Shove the parklife aside
And ransom the sun
This phoku thinks waiting for food should be added to the geneva convention on torture
Saturday, May 2nd, 2009The shody service
Allowed more than enough time
To polish this knife
This phoku wants to be on the high seas
Monday, April 27th, 2009For just a moment
This construction tunnel was
Moby Dick’s ribcage
This phoku is possibly the saddest graffiti ever written
Saturday, April 25th, 2009Drowning your sorrows,
Leaving an etched eulogy
on a pub table
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