You are now leaving, so mind if i sit here
From string we move to steel and Tyneside
Strathclyde, anywhere but this side
Here is Victoria
Here is mixed
Steel is very bloody jolly though and the
Scandinavian cover versions are rather enjoyable
Amidst introductions, new friends...maybe
All my life...maybe
I've been looking...maybe
For a Father...maybe

Wishing i could sprechen
Sie Deutsch
The violinist is a stopgap
He resembles JLP
On this makeshift continent
Far from the Black country
On the horizon...English high street bakeries
A reminder of home, but i
Am twice removed
Not local land gut, but
Brum Weingut Der Stadt
The tempos are a changin'
Pramulators threaten to topple
They compete for the vertical life
With a drunk, he is a visitor
To the many regions
He has stopped tasting long ago
He is blind to the council house
He smiles, is in conversation with
Only himself, is happy too in
The presence of wine-growers
With men in tweeds
With strutters of stuff

Shine Jesus Shine
It could be my favourite
Were i a believer
As it is
I am the only one in attendance
There will be no power-point
There will be a new anxiety
My mantra today...
Stressed is desserts
Backwards

Co-operation is good
It wobbles a bit
Not like the silken virgin in the villainous mood
The morning is novelly greeted
I cannot look at
Holiday snaps, any snaps
When there is industry to behold
I am going to help someone
'Tis the idea
To give makeover
To the personal Eden
To lift a heavy
To ground a lightweight
To obscure a window
To make personal tracks
To provide new angles

The agglomerate i have to look at but
This interruption is fine
Is dandy
Lenny updates me on
The whereabouts of so-and-so
The progress made by past encounter groups is
Partial knowledge only
I mumble
I stumble
Awkward forever

Drinking Royal Tea, recollecting
Names, the latter has been
Imposed, his name remains
Unattainable, memory helps me
At least to name-drop
Boulevards, sauna club members and the
What?
Hyperactivity of children?
Coupledom is popular
Bags are for life
Boys are...no problem
My radar
My sightseers
The pricking of memory
And the kicking received
Serious ponytails...all are eye candy, then the
All-consuming and Dutch-coloured
Playgrounds and that thick
Brown belt that
Endeavours to defy
Fashionable lumbar
Provide me with surround

Swept, an arch can claim this characteristic
Norm says so, Hughes points it out
Places of birth
Stages for Death
I know not that much
I find safety in
Noisy
In confused
In panicked...
Meanwhile, this thing freedom...i was ejected
From this
By ugly
By beautiful
By Lords
I flirted with the unflirtable
I am losing engine
I am losing the essence of
Observing extra time,
Of central things,
Of embroiderers,
To think that two hearts
Could...could...could
Is a nonsense
Is nondescript holiday slide
Crazy

Staff were great, they
Were attentive, arsed if you like
I clock a pretty face
In a rear view
I clock also the lads
Out for trouble, a scar
Here and there are indication, i
Long for encounter
Now i see the information, it's
Black again
I hanker for exchange and aggression
Is in the imagination
A tariff is set, points of reference...
GZA, RZA...
Then i think...ballroom motherf****** dancing?
Preferably Blackpool and later...
How i will connect two
Very bright sparks

I feel happiness, it is
Foreign
A sensational mixture of moisture, melt and
Mineral
A magnitude so great
I cannot adapt to it
The naked man
Neighbourly though he is
Is not me
Is never me
A club i cannot join
A pause of blue is the reminder, i await
Numerable replies, i hoist myself
Up on weary elbows, i see
Beauty, associates, common courtesy
Him, all in denim and adhering to rules
This refreshes me, produces a smile
Despite the cracking of a skin
Inelastic
This eases the immovable torment
A torment that is now a
Tradition
The hipsters and the
Hipshakers are the true
Experts in...what was it again?
'Appiness?

Dear God, please free these
Upstarts, rakes, etcetera
They are staring but not hearing
Blues is spinning, my...
It's sour and dour
I will face trials
I will fidget
That is my crisis
There is my sample cry
August was long, the
Reserve was special and an
Old friend told me of palpitations

Favourite places, i left
Papers on your desk
Homeland security took on
A furious authenticity
We were in week thirty
Like it mattered
I pontificate, the acquired
Knowledge is well-meaning
But sounds of insult
What Love?
I hear you...
Be good
I remember the good holidays
I recall bloodied wardens
Deadsouled as the best of us and
Just more...visible
More...ha ha...fashioned if you like
So, so
Kiss me
Think Joe Player
Kiss me
Think anyone
Kiss me
Think western

We are mixed
We are not scared to death...
We are scared to live
This was the red series, the induction
The marshals were ignored
Stick around you...learner type
Temper, temper, awful jokes
At intros, slight panic
In the auction house, the
Left handed exercise excusing the stain
Of the despot
It left bad haiku and a product
Recall was neccessary

I win, win
The ratio is splendid
A governing defined and a name
Forgotten
I should throw it away
Peace appears
From out of nowhere, is the airbus
So important?
Are the delicate downward curves of
Grounded wings so beautiful?
The soldier lists countries, his visits to these
Are good practice and he is
Tactile, work
Takes him all over
He is superior, middle distance
He will bid, bid

Every year i witness the
Graduates, achievement chokes me
Choking me like
The kitchen drinkers and climbers
Of property ladders
Type one is rife, encounters
With armed gangs
Abound
Still i play noughts and
Crosses
Still i drive the paper driver
Still i listen
Still i mourn...and
Still i span the avenues
Of kings and of Swans, so
The magic of radio will be
With me always

The little flower, the greeting
From a friend who unlocks
Windows
Saltus...no
The little flower
The greeting

The meeting people at dawn, mercantile
Attempts to gain shortcut and
The gruff stuff and
The pound found on a carpet of magic rides
Will you miss me when i'm gone?
Will you dream of Anglesey?
I listen too much to the same things
I listen too much to EP+6
I was sick, truly this time
Swallowing is a
Painful neccessity
We put that down to the
Imminent anniversary of a
Death in the family
Even that of a pet, yet
We are cunning and live where
Traffickers of jive once lived
You will know them, they are
Listed
In alphabetical order

A two hundred word statement, a
Grub Street factsheet
I thank you, this outrageous
Yearning does not fade
If i was quids in and clean, then
I would shred the parasol
The authentic parcels and
Rotten values would be, would be...
I'm interrupted, it's time
Yet again for my undivided
Ear, i shall introduce
Pavage, then
I shall go
I shall go
I shall go

It is an obligatory phone
Call, it negates the small, small
North American's guilt
Once mercurial
Now sedate
Another surrendered state
I survey the scene of a padlocked
Lifeless fibre
A moisture-sapped wall still
Divides the breeders from
The leaders of dour lives
But still they cling
Yet still they smile
Oh how they smile

Saints...Peruvian and the rest
Are seemingly the best, how are
We to compete?
I've many bad friends, nutters who
Talk God to me
Special case
Marble effect
More roaring jets
There is one that i have no
Hesitation in hating...
There is one

Small things matter, they are the scourge
Of surgery and befrienders
As for children...they will never grow in my
Host world
They lose me without having had the nearness
I raise them with broken arms
I deflect nature
I melt faith
Nature has no place in modern life
Faith has no corner, no flies to feed on it
And happiness, happiness
Turns its back on me
Infelicity is my software
My hard copy is torn and sozzled
Is a draff copy

Harmony has been found in the recruitment
We lay paths and drives in
Long overdue rains, the politician
Doesn't interest me, doesn't
Interest the river group either
The easy captains exhaust me
Exhaust me in the scramble for
A holding position...
A number withheld...
In the collecting and the storing of receipts...
I am one inch away from falling masonry
I am propped up on timber and
Stiffness while this
Neighbourhood begins to lose control once more
I want/need to be careful
I could have thwacked the
Creative who laughed at my
Hair and clothes
A wearer of the new strip
A bitch with a batch of butch types
In league and planning to invade
This habitat and
Sap my voltage and my
Every regret

It was the insulting season
I was paraded, displayed
He was berated, slagged
She does only what she can
I love the love thing with all my bones
I am dwarfed, i am the draff
The pliable is the professional
It is the downward nod versus
The lazy lazer eyes
Stanley says that living life to the full is an
Art form
He is replenished and wears suits
I am jerry-built, we are in cahoots
I see irony and then cross it out
I see that all my friends are featherweights
I see that all my friends are in the clean room
One imitates the sounds that keeps the callers calling
These are the weekends that weep
These are the smiles that ache jaws
This magnolia is mine with which to paint and to sing
To sing...and...
And i would if i could but i can't so i won't

Melancholy it is said is the appeal, so
Shoot them or slap their
Cul-de-sac, Death is on at the moment
It is in fashion once again
There is not much tissue left so while we can
Let us march
Let us eavesdrop
Let us kiosk

We make progress, observe
The minute's silence and dust the
Dusty deluxe...it is a good friend
Alarmed by this, satisfied
At last by fettlers and forgotten men
I miss my pages
This conciseness is essential for
De castrati, for the latest creakings
From Yorkshire's finest
For any forest tree of the genus...

Head, please
Your mind
It will be dark
It will wind you up
Electrical, what it stands for
An uncomfortable chair, whistles
Mobility is a smiling mother and
Buffers are three hundred yards
Away and rising
A cru...a cru...a crucifix and
Aluminium ladders are my
Penalty now, the Preston-born kid
Discovering his first Dead bird
Picking at and kicking the
Fast maggot workers is
Now a fading memory, more
Fresh in the mind is the man whose space
I have taken, apologetic at first
Scathing i am now
Of his boom boom conversation
I crouch somewhere else, nearer
To the cut and torn fields
Closer to the invisible Lovers
On top of a vibrating grafitti

Everywhere there is caravan
Stalkers with mirrors are all around
In abundance there is sacrifice
The bitumen is attractive
But not as much as the flash-card windows
The seat-stealers are in search of
Anything for two, there is thanks
For the ladies and the smoker's coughs are
Sunnied, skin and bulk...being in bulk...
Do they realize Britain's railways have to be cleared?
Or will they spend their lives in collective fear of spiders?

There is comfort in slightly creased foil
And foxes too
Advertising space
Was spotted in that grubby town
And corrections were then made
Enterprise is rife, it makes a
Difference when these shops are tops
We slow down, but still we
Pass topaz and tar...despite
The latter's persistance, we
Muse over connections, the
Musca domestica and the waiting-in-for the
Engineers, the marketeers and the considering
Of things of sentimental value as
Assets
We replay internally the distant roar of
Air force manouvers, of inexorable reports
About stolen drinks recipes, of
Mulch and business suits and
We know...
We know not to get too personal
In a personal stereo world