Bah, the site appears to be down. I'll reproduce it for you here:
To segue into the mindless wraith
who helms a misbegotten sod
of dangerous and flighty lies
from frozen calm of brittle rod,
So desperate and woe betide
the son who stalls upon the road
and leaves aplenty fall from grace
for whom death knell the common toad,
I rested in the timeless staunch
of weeping death and bitter muse
which lit up like a logic bomb
of twisted rotten mindblown fuse,
Should I befall the whores of chance
and from such pretty moment crows
to savour in its basking light
until the dog eats mother's toes.
Zeus S Freemont, Luton 17-07-2003