|It just gets better and better. Raslo Layton, the Rock Poet. When love burns and women spit, he write poems on the inside of brown paper bags. That way, he's got something to read when they arrest him.|
A rare one that rhymes. A cut from the heart.
ONE NIGHT IN
A fragment of his youth, and an insight to the gentle art of romance in the North of England.
This is a look through a private window, whilst drinking a beer. And maybe a gentle reminder to all the Raslos of the world.
- ROCK POET
Extracts from Raslo's chapbook, available for a modest sum from amazon.com
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