Timekeeping, courtesy
No respect
I will allow myself to go with the flow
I am so, so sorry...i can say this

Some people can't, you for example on the fourteenth floor
Eh, eh mate...you're a star
I don't want the world, I just want to live in it
Courtesy of Jackie, talk to an orange and piss
Yourself
Timekeeping, courtesy
Listening in on others' sexual habits and what
Is cheese in Chinese?
I post a letter by the waterfront...it is a
Questionnaire, it is returned to the breakdown people

Soothsayer, was hidden, out of view in alcove
Went over last week's programme...missed it, instead asked tourists where they were from
We missed you...very kind
Can see the white paper for all black spot
Only for...well you know...thanks chuck
Can we really ever be happy perchance?
Shift your gear asap so we can have our one hundred and
Eighty five centimetres by thirty two centimetres space back
Timewaster
Cling, clinging, clingy, ring a ding dingy
Slick juices and shopping aisles, I was
Strumming, smouldering, you breathe deep
Musky
Must we?
Tugging and gagging all at once
Ciggies...no ta...polyglot...oui arigato
Listens to numerous conversations on
Bus journeys and transcribes 'em all
Lucky bleeder...CB
Great British spirit involves absence, loss...involves ni eleve
So much so, it affects my concentration
I seal the envelope with the un-licked postage stamps
Still inside, this happens when I have a pile of papers
In a pending pile, especially when it's freezing back
Home
I outline another stain in pencil this time
Hell of a pain in my left shoulder
This cannot be attributed to the central
Vestibule inflammation...or was it labyrinth?
I'm still awful with names and i'm still
Wearing nicotine patches
They are awesome
I had fantasies...here's a weird thing...i had fantasies of
Touching the flesh amongst the fur only the night before it occurred
Weeks later, it was warm skin upon cold, both listening
Both searching for hearts beating and worst of all
Carsick
Just for those fucking flamingos...fleabags
Take me to the down south, cleaners
Take me to the European east, surgeons
Cleaners
Surgeons
With consignments, with consignments

Of course I am where I am
On another trade mission, see your GP, take the
Crash course
Trust me, oh well if you must me
I am beyond the pale...almost white in fact
Gee...skins in nice leather boots...didn't even notice
But they did
It's got to be perfect
It's gotta' be something else
Your anger anger anger
Your diversity diversity diversity
In honour only
Never in name...data input
Looking for a fight, ravenous
Ravenous, insatiable little girl
But someone saw through and had a pop at
Little girl...you are a main contributor
A key contributor to the group
Well...thank you...well...well
Well 'ard
Outside now
Granulated blast furnace slag like Celtic
Or Arbroath or Montrose
Intermittent...he needs to find
Dolphin friends, monsieur
He is naughty down in the metro
It/he is freezing back home
A series of questions, clothes gone from the passageway that
Leads to the front door, on my happy list I will note that
The cracked heel cream is working
Wonders...innocent though I am or...i purport
To be
Childhood piano...silent...i know this perhaps
Too well, take me back to the dear old
Yorkshire Dales...to authentique roots, calmer days
When frontmen knew far less
Your hair is fantastic...not to mention the yellow, yes
Yellow coat...it is from Turkey...Mike is from Burnage
I mentioned him already
Rattling, rustling, take a sorrowful girl out

To a tribute gig...properly walking, dancin' an' stuff
But seriously, i'd prefer to give her
A tour of Brutalist modern architecture

Last night, tracking dodgy mechanics out on the town
In duffle coats
And/or bubble coats
Re-united, never...not
In the phonebook
How are the firm treating you?
These one hundred and eight views suit your
Blurry prettiness, your study of Italian literature and your
Revision methods
Chunks and chunks and chunks of them
Unforseen
Don't bring me into the equation...don't even
Bother
Take me to a farm
Any farm, any farm
And let me...till
Luxury this is, big fella, a large barge full of
Barge poles...handy items
A man at the door with a bald head, custards
Meringues, laughter and class as well
Retail and trust
Torture and Iraqi policemen
Art Critics in praise of the female derriere
Are you on drugs or are you from this country, more giggles
Grown on face, wild elsewhere
Fifteen hundred hours and seventeen minutes
Five ticks...more like five hundred
Still no further forward, eyes caught in 'ere before
Recorded and put in with sample documents
Sixty six
It's not working...it
Just isn't

The post-it note is never truly posted
Nor is it an It note
Not like the It rabbit
This rabbit rose like no other, 'twas
Registered
This 'aint gonna' 'elp...this win, this
Windfall of twenty squid
Skid, solitary, skidoo...tired of tiredness
Have to put a block on current affairs
Put the elbow in a bit harder
I will not use the carpenter's pencil to leave
My signature on a ceiling whilst elevated on a table
Floated in mid-air by a medium...but will be happy to leave
The stain of a used and drained teabag
Besides, I can do this from ground level with
A flick of the wrist whilst experimenting with new techniques
Newfangled developments...damned sexy
Da brothers grim...fairytales
Fobbed off
Expectin' a pattern?
Understand the dynamics of the pool
Stuck in lanes of hairless traffic
You look for desire...it's there, all you
Need to know
All you need to know
Rochdale...safe haven
Rochdale...so much for
The safe haven

Opposite
The American coach sounded like she/he
Was lost in twentieth frequencies
Alone
Look for this, delicate sponge and arresting
Beautiful eyes, English...Iranian
Guilt-edged
So we should be...the rising sun
Greets them before us and always will
Get over it
Change your ringtone
I will forever be caught between the work
Ethic of those with a work ethic and the compassion
Of the compassionate
Oh radio, oh radio
Where to go next?
Chop...chop...chop...chop...and then
After the heartwarming, the place
With the twatted rat...great pic.
Pictures of the arena
Icy cold, collarbone stories, world is
My lobster...funny that
Condition...they look more out of...than
Me...poor souls
Providers...women
Clients...unisex
As...always
Women of the world take over
I am fish pond wrong dish
Heating off and thaw on
Hopes dashed
I was smashed...again
Why is Yvonne not runnin' this ship?
Alexis is poor...more poor...more
My qualifications were gained over th' water
Thwarted by her though
Another clinging one like floaters
Not the kind we were discussing in corneas
In rooms
Yours...down the pan
Yours...in the document wallet
Forestry and other new beginnings, dubiousness
Hope...and for me...no change there then?
Sit...like a beautiful young colt
Amongst the thistle and draped over
Determined weeds and within close proximity
Of that fourth floor where that life ended
Ended

Wirral, whirlpool-driven people
I'll invite yer 'round...i will
Bite me...i did but felt the twinge inside
Lucky bleeder...up to my eyes in aunties and flat-nosed
Scallies, other celebrities
Fetching jackets, fetching and unstitching fucking hooded
Jackets
Hey vicious
Hollows follows on from two
Buttons being disappeared...like in the dirty
War
Have you seen him...he owes me money?
Speaking of ownership...did you ever find a seat so
Easy to sit upon?
Buff blue patter
Charcoal grey matter
I will care for you...graduate
I will care for thee...beast
Take me east
A Lancashire road, any road
Most important
Life-threatening
A political blog is lost in a fog...who thought
Of this?
Double-breasted
Lookin'...lookin'...lookin'
Sniff...blimey, I will return one day
To rooftops more inaccessible then yours
Actually,
Been there already
In my own little way
Remember, you'll have the runs for days
Remember, try minus triumph equals 'umph

Nectar
You look so, so sad
I am so, so grateful
I'll email ya...
'Tis time to start over
Hold the hand-held gun
Which one?
Pink or turquoise?
The price of prudence...roll
Naked with me in the snow
It was happy to talk wit' you
Popcorn in large blue fuckin' bin-bags
Bricks and mortar
Whisky and water
I'll hang you from a twelve-storey block by your...you
Mother...little mother, now the chamber
Is loaded, is amber
The Iranian border
Take me there...to a place i've been
Dreaming of
Give me Roger...no, on second, in brackets...second...thoughts, give me
Ian, Ian in his bloods and his blood-sand anew
Moment by designs...is this the new language?
The new place for pleats and elastic?
New opus?
New opus go nowhere near, nowhere new
I miss you...scared
A Russian president on a horse is now a gay
Icon...how sad are we?
Korea and its fate thingy...it's killin'
Me
Nine four two dash four zero one four
Nine four two dash four zero one eight
'Nuff said
It's just a build-up...neurosis-wise
He's just being polite...if he should ever become pregnant

The fruit stalls are dry earth, earth's hobo rounds
On them and the stalls are cleared
This debauchee sits with his fag-breath and wins
Competition outright
Now he is dried-on, my sense datum transports
Me back to an earlier hour, to a parky morning
Where the uric mists of animals rose before
The parched earth rose
Today's chill is still our indoor guest
I will choose calendar
With pictures of ladies
I will place forty three new pence in
The palm or your withered hand
My gift you reject
I am baffled
Take note...you are prolific, your deaf-mute
Boots me in the stomach
The insulin imbalance cannot be so
Severe when the pay-any-price
For one of cards is insufficient
I am here
The crappest town
In Britain

Buckle this screen
Blacken the silver
Sentiment is a wet cement in my gullet
My hands were once tools, silhouettes
Once hares, once birds, now ghosts
I kneel in rubble and the ordure of pigeons
I kneel before the cement-master
I do a mixture
I am a mixture
Mixture is me me me
I am walking through
North
Without
Bar
Very intelligent, very alone
But I cock up on the forecourt so that
Fuel evacuation services are required
They are perhaps brilliant as I am turned down
I am truly removed
I am moved...truly
Loyalty is well lost, I disrespected
No-one, not even the woman from Rome
This is just a cover...my card-playing friends
Have now arrived...so screw you
Buddy's gangsta speak, false
What do you mean?
Oh my time with Lizzie...
I will think of my
Empire every time I visit the Emerald Isle
Statues and seats on the front row
I am so thin
I am so erect
It's the God's honest truth
I dated a black girl back in the seventies
Eh mate...
What?
Your pal was so quiet...embarrassed by my
Reckoning
The definition of friends weighs
Heavy on my mind
Heavy on my mind
Heavy on my mind

This red engine on the twenty seventh
I guess it's red and cooking dinner
I attempt to blacken it summertime
I yearn to see blue rivers in jeans and jacket
But oxygen has its no-soul
A head-start-on-me-student analyses
My redness and my eggs, raw and exposed wanna join me
For Royal Jelly and a sense of belonging
Daft thing to do, for
The outstretching limb, limp arm gesture of
Warmth is not welcome...i know
My reaching out is snuffed out
My Love, once mechanical, now kaput
Psst...say nothin' about these grizzly fruits
Steal the mulatoo body...not good this really
Puppets are fair game though, but now it's
Time for art games and songs to hum
Along to
Tara...to this...to
This walking off-cut, this black and gigantic off-cut
Walks
Descends the bridge, the bridge's concentric circular path
Is the route inward, downward for the beast
To the city, the city's innards are family to
Beast, the Russian family has fire in belly
Not far from the bridge, i'm to be found on the roundabout
Get out from the bar and ring me..se e que
Me entende

Client copy for the native
Upon the native's return
I am the trend-setter
I am passionless
This miserable so-and-so best not say hello
To me...i am tired and short fuse comes to mind
I may well throw a custard pie in his eye
Short fuse, bus routes and bursaries...can't explain this one
I mean I can't explain this one
Curiosity oughta' kill people
What is in there?
In our suburbs where some of us really do
Keep ourselves
Keep ourselves
Keep ourselves to...well
It is time Nico
To go
The last I saw of Annie
I ran with the Lovers, ran with
The fighters and the flash
To be flushed out of this country, to be free of
The knives and the little squirts...Rotterdam, Vietnam
Jailed
This would suffice, be nice
Chestnut, naturally curly...food photography
This guy is good, is misunderstood
This time, I am passed by
Last time, I was passed by
Invisible is hobby to some
Sorry for reply late...all the love you should
Need
I write for you solely as a friend
I ain't supposed to
I need a mahl stick like I need a cup
Made of ceramic cobalt blue
To cope with these bouts of fever, this excess of fluid
From...hey, you in the
Neck brace...stop yr complaining
About next-to-nothing
How's yr arm?
Mind your own...do a good job
Of concealing this paper cutting
To take home with me

Granted an intervention, next up...no-one
No-one with a small scratch
Adrenalin is a wonderful thing until its
Absence in the days following
With minds, weapons, guns and tools...oh yeah and tee-shirts
Rough, all rough and yeast-free
Investigate, investigate, investigate
You have a deft touch
Fleet of foot
So do I, I am triangular also
As I stand in front of the stone fox
During a trip to Japan
He could not bring himself
To hold the hand of the beautiful girl
He could not bring himself
To put his arms around the most beautiful girl
This is salvage of some kind...pain still here
Like swing 'n hip-hop...hip-hop from the Republic
Of Ireland, or like
When you know and someone else simply does not
Tomorrow, there will be no hope
In my life...nor in any twenty-four hour shift
Thereafter
I am fully booked
Stuffed fully on pak-choi and with a scruffy jumper
Worn with Love
Julian oozes self-belief and speaks common sense
He photographs trees...they bleed dry
Their inflammable resins await a dry, hot wind

I'm certain
Not so certain
Cherry red and charcoal grey are
A pretty good match
I would like it
Blank
Your colour scheme is straight outta'
Designschool
Straight to gallery
Smell the plastic
Absorb the chemical
Keep appointments, even
When curators don't
I like it
The dark matter and the forsaken
Plots
Would the Sunday morning volunteers of
Harajuku understand?
No...so...the plotters of a freer
State know better
Know some belters an' all
Barcelona...films set here are women's films
By all accounts...by his account
So...so...so...Ollie
The glass-breaker...what about Moorish Spain?
Don't worry about it
Please
Don't
She has a lovely quality
Has worked part-time as a theatre porter and part-time
As a distributor of flyposters across the Empty Quarter...this
Layered life is one of the North's best kept secrets
This is soon to be alterered
Soon enough, this will change

Another, yet more
Additions to the hunky-dory life
In a care-free city, I massage
Sweet chilli into the skin
Sweet sweet sizzling in the valleys
Cherry red and purple...a bit of green even
Lemon also has its zip power here, the latest
Valley formation...a satisfying hollow...laps
Up this zest, was formed by falling bedposts
Of all things
You are not crowding me out
Gatecrashers
I am not nervous
These people go all homosexual in order to
Fend off unwanted admirers
They wait for the one that ticks
All the right boxes to come along
Pay the price in the meantime with
Head-the-balls
Wardrobe has nice clothes
I am protective
Judgemental
Reckon she's on a high and
Seriously...too, too plain
Head down for the whole show...i think
Sweet...looks ill
Sweet...looks ill
Today I am fractured
Truly fractured...but
Only if I allow it
I don't buy it
I don't buy it
You are humble
I am also...so we lock horns
Lock on, lock off
Hellos through the letterbox
Cold, then warm, then hot
Then warm, then cold
Finally...cold
All endings are the same

The stamina of the ogler
We are all ogling
The lengths we...
The pull that we...
The hearts that pound from a land
Underground...i swear i'll not
Trek there, where okidoki is swallowed
As saccharin
With relish
Swear I will
The bitterest pill
In the coldest of corners but by the cutest
Of babies, they
Found me in Lyon
Found me in Venice
Found me in demand
Just when I needed it least
Just as I had found a somewhere with
A sparkling somebody
Never on the island nation am I
To berth, I am found, fattened on a newer potent ground
I am held
I am gripped
Will bell you later
Father of one passes me by, has said hi
Once before but not anymore
Read later as weekend
Have a nice one...i think you are busy now
Thank you
I look around
I look around and realise why
I'm alone
The furnitures in text
The furniture in place
Storage solutions
Fancy the merchant
Okay okay perfect
My prince
Everything a bit hit 'n miss
But more miss to be honest
If you can call me...five minutes later
There is landline and there is the alternative
There are the bombs that fall on the performance
As it is performed
Then there is the brush-off
Seriously, can't play with nature overseas
Party girl...this is my new no.

The anniversary of your Death-face
Your quick-step and your Death-strut
Violence resides in get-me-mine eyes
Violence, put into a box in yr head and stored
There just for me
This was a mixed fruit year
There are no horses, no mussels to reflect upon
Only nights and splinters of a different kind
Oh your free flow and huff and puff
Belong not to a pre-Alpine mountain setting
But to streets of marble and gum
Somewhere else...you dared
To confiscate my business...dare
I strut now where our rivers almost touched and where
My land is substantial, without the thudding
Of your horse-heels?
My God, the delight
Delight, delight at the dawning of another
Severing, the smell of rice in the pot
It's kind of okay
Where it is I am
The tunnels delete the mountain base
She's delightful...has the confidence of a guardian
Angel embellished her?
The tea dance
That tea dance...would you wear your mask for me?
Pull on that face for me?
Our studies, our chosen subjects
Will...take us towards Love
Can...end only in one Place
The fact that Fat Jack was nearly murdered means no
More to me than the one who nearly murdered the swine
So I am ejected, a rare passion and an unfelt ease have
Me in turmoil
This catastrophe got my wires burning in
The Bauhaus for a time
The English perspective is all wrong
It is such a disease

Twat...i mean
Twas a strange night, two dates
One unconfirmed, the other...unconfirmed
A glass of you
A glass of you
I don't get life
I resist the pull asmuchas
But the pull has a strong pull
If only the heart was absorbed by
Rebellious Africa
Luke warm Lancashire
Artistic endeavour
The Greve text in pictures and other hoax material cracks
In me a smile
Balances the beads of salt manufactured by the glossy
Head canvass
Frontal always, exposed, never damned discreet
Discreet can be dealt with afterwards...nothing a quick
Sluice can't fix, I am no machine, no design for
Dominance...and I reside in a notorious postcode
I have my licenses and my collection of badges
Well you know what badge-wearers are like
I feel a connection, there are three types of
People in this world...those who can count
And those who
Cannot

What are the words?
Well, never mind...some will do
Anything to not be alone
Alone...some will do anything
Cherry red is a pretty good illustration of this
This is a restart
An opportunity
Another one...white collar and cuffs
A pale blue shirt somewhere in between
Where I go wrong?
Hiccups is bad enough man
But for two solid years?
Sounds hellish, though not as beastly as
Eating in silence
One of a gang of misfits I met on one of
Many misfitted nights and couldn't remember
His name but said hello all the same
Never followed up on it though
I'm tiring of being
Shy and retiring
Name...nice
Live...local
Do...nothing
Not bad, not bad
Hello all, I fear this is a return to aimless wandering
To deviance and disorganisation
Can suburban America any longer be
Shocked?
I want to move but cannot, dare not
Hello, I am workless, Christ...goin' stir-crazy
All I ask for is deck-access housing and a bit-part
In an adhesive tape film
I am not territorial...i just cannot move my hands
Humdrum has mushroomed into every last cell...i could
Become the patron saint of oldies
This may offend but my priorities are elsewhere you say, so
Besides genocide, revenge would be my
Garment of choice

Only the two phone calls to Thailand...this
Is my gag for the day
The two best dressed men in Liverpool...it's an
Honour
To die by Tyneside with filthy secrets
Let's snuggle down pretty boy
Are you involved?
Apology for repeating myself
Apology for the linear
They were full-on, thirty five years
But my tongue was a happy tongue
Prick, sack and other terms
Not what I expected
There is some serious magic in the world
It's just finding it...Jesus preached
Idleness
Good to know
Good tobacco
Good girls and boys...full of zest and
Pheromone
Now Korean tobacco
To-bac-co
Mine dribbles also
Mine is hangin' out with award-winners
Let's go see the fireworks
Let's go see
A lease of life...anew
Latest mistake is latest handshake
An acquaintance that should never have...well
Conversations are simply to be gotten through
Ask A. K.
Goin' back to the lease of life...thank you
Thank you once again...for everything
They have all gone
You are all still here with
Knuckles unwearied beneath nostrils
Of your carrot nose
The second index finger is lively...is underlining
Your latest sentence on the shifting page
Smelling the odour of your kernel...or that of
Another's marrow perhaps?
You seem content whereas
You seem nervous...the sound of
Brisk walkers livin' it up in the alehouse
Have you ever been to one?
I have

My message is to the man of the people
The young people
The young people who will come alive
For something great...the circumvallation
Of teddy bears and of dust remind one that one
Is alive, while hemp and bamboo both improve
Agricultural land
Some souls...they spit
They bite and they are bad-tempered
They sit down in public
Sitting down is an obstruction
To the public highway
This is illegal
It's not that important, the euro
Fat
Fat
The buying and sending of exactly one hundred cards
Each Christmastime...the recipients of these are whoever
You know at this point in time
This is the turnover
It's not so important, a bloody good time
You recount your experiences of
Those in the theatre...does anyone listen?
I mutter, the long hours and the slip roads
Does anyone listen?
It's very difficult holding a relationship together

What a pain, this I miss
Time and again and self-indulgence
Stranger addictions than mine
There is still the untapped
There is still the dynamic within
I will be the experienced banksman/slinger
One of these days
We are yet to witness this, for
Bleak thoughts still prevail...only the griffon
Vultures soar higher
Were you an audience member...for the retro
Sitcom?
Whateverhisname is
Do you remember the plans and the building
Of empires?
Don't worry
Don't worry so much
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
I am not a member of any club
I am a companion...toileting is
Covered in newsletters and window-cleaning extensions
Are used in a brilliant play
Just like most language-exchange conversations are based
On food or climate or geography...was this a light
Sprinkling on you of an autistic dust?
Did the transboy exert a sprawling energy...much like
The lady in the lobby who remembered your
Ugly morning face?
And was this only child a thank-you
From the Gods
To be circulated around the world with
Angels?
Why so flippin' nervous?
Why the trembling palms?
I have learned to sit with the bottom jacket button
Undone...this advice is via wardrobe
Works the theatres
Appreciates loyal subscribers too
Knows the score
Cock up your beaver...once you are beyond
The Douro and don't
Charge a penny for drawing out cash
Rivers and quintas and splinters and so forth...his answer is
Venetian fizz in a couple of gulps
Care workers talk in very particular ways
They do a grand job
I do not hasten to add this
Excellent

Things in waves, etc
Fighter pilot may
Drove past old schoolfriend's location of first
Job
Radioactive egg mayonnaise
Ground black pepper instead of
Ground black peppercorns
Old enough to be yr mother
Cold, dark 'n 'orrible
Everywhere, but especially in the
Maisons de plaisance...hi luv...tmoz replaces
Tomorrow
Not a bad replacement
If you ask me
Is it true?
Is the splendid and rogue union
In motion?
Did we collide as only great kissers can?
Did we ever?
Did we forget the fighter pilots?
Did we hell
Hell was Montpellier
In a peculiar way
You didn't thank me
You never did
Was in a better place
Was in no doubt

He spends...will be spending
A lot of time in his flat now
His bathroom has fine azulejos
He is sleepless in Southend
I guess you are from Liverpool
I need the exercise...i lift Andrea
Andrea is moved
Chocolate
Your current fiancee
From Canterbury
From Marseille
From the bodybuilder's body
Pain in the neck...the narrative
Where are you?
Where are you?
Are you racist?
Well, you will be in two weeks' time
Same photogenic footwear
Same service station
Try to cool things down
Trawl through Le Marche in photogenic footwear
Reminisce on things oral many times
But not many a time
If you know what I mean
You lied to me
You lied to me
You lied to me
Back bow tie
Tomorrow is last
Of course
Sure
Sure
Beautiful beautiful Belfast
London, hope I
Manic since
This Sunday but next Sunday
Outside cinema
Free from malign incursions
Mum went, racist abuse
Mum also observed surroundings
She made of them in her own unique way
To be what they were
As we all do
As we all do

There were quick drinks and there were
Strong young lads, not molly-coddled but
Fathered into embracing the sounds
Of steel hitting greased concrete...meanwhile
Upstage, this statue of aluminium rung through and
Shuddered the soul, tapped into the hours of torment, sent
Me out into a felicitious climate
It was one of them, when she was peeved she looked
Seriously ugly and when she smiled she was beautiful
Bitterness
Happiness
On display and in combat
Maybe a stepping stone?
No...deffo, time to get-a-going
Drastic, has to happen for the soul's tormented
Passage through its earthly existance
You will fight the natural curvature of the spine
With a stooped anger, you will find me in the matroneum
You will lose your eyesight by not looking
At what you really want to look at
This is doin' my nut in...i sit with
Virtuosos and read about ordinary folk
I sit with ordinary folk and read about
V...v...virtuosos
Young Tony
Young young Tony
Now there was someone with a divine grip on life
I understood this
I understand this when I witness the
Tolerance of people...for people
I get it when I indulge in the all-male dining clubs of
The Basque lands
I should check this man out for I have
A connection...of sorts
Whether I like it or not
You have to rise and you have to rise above it
I saw my Love rise into the caverns on a night

When heads were cocked to one side
To display attention...this was not genuine
But was very necessary for
I am older
I am nobody
I am waiting
I know
Un peu
Un peu
Un petit peu

Are we in the rite place?
Our Christian Aid partners see to it that we are...that we
All are, you used the notorious P word over the radio system
At work and went through disciplinary hell...but now it's over
And you are out with a very entertaining friend who
Grabs his own leg when he sings
Karaoke, he has a whole-hearted admiration
For Italianate motifs...but...
Back to the Korean idea, I still live on the outside
Of any equilateral triangle
No-one there is
The one in the quilted coat from zero eight hundred
Hours
But for three hours of turmoil spent in the vicinity
Of Liverpool Nine...i.e.
England is my country...but not really
Twice in one night, I am collared using unsavoury glances
In savoury places...this must be connatural to the hurtfulness
Of critics who...hurt
That's if they do
I was a bluecoat at the Volunteer
What possesses me to guesses?
As to what may work for me...a bit of guitar pedal
When i'm at a low ebb
So I watch the crowd dynamic and wet
Myself once again in the presence of God, this I find rather
Carking when stretching the legs in strangers' princely
Apartments and when on catching sight of a pretty girl, I know
I am the punk of electronica
Tigers in grasslands
This is a painful beginning to my stint as a Volunteer
I choose an awful seat
Any seat is awful tonight
Tonight is a true spectacle

Plastic for buildings, Eddie and his
Substantial fleet
Many reassuring chats with real
Chatterboxes...feel better for knowing my opinion of
The foreman as idiot material is a universal one
As for the slash, she hates it when she loses control
Warning...splash water on the floor and you will be
Demoted to the opposite shit pit far away from the
Handsome patrician streetscapes...comprendez?
It was in...
It was in Amsterdam, the coffee tasted bitter
Staff probably hadn't changed the beans and the two customers
Sitting opposite were enjoying a book...the same book, for
One was reading from it a passage for the enjoyment
Of t'other...to think that both of these would one
Day be satisfied customers and...stiffs
This I knew for certain, this I saw in the half-timbered
Vernacular of town and country
Film-goers and readers of fiction, I follow only the people
I have known...the people I am yet to know...they are my
Educators
Wine is the enabler for other gruff stuff...this
Got Stanley into trouble once...he got caught out, I heard
A song on the radio the other day I know that you would hate
Now I know i'm not comfortable, I have appalling timing and I
Choose all the dodgy things, choose bad choices
Fancy the other end?
Free smiles and let's
Make it a regular thing
Must find out if projection is on display here, I hope so
Just so my irritation can be justified...the voices
Of the upper-middle classes actually
Produce ripples in a cappucino
Dress-codes are everywhere and there are swellings all
Over my dead body and all that jazz...and they are
Piercing through in
An atmosphere sedate, in an ambience anulled
By conformist stiffs, they are drenched in
Ineffable light of the North

Record, CD, has developed my abilities
In the inter-personal
Pay rent
They said it was a knee-jerk reaction
But I just sat in my bent plywood chair and saw
Tomorrow in your eyes
I can see tomorrow, I can see a time
To check banking status
The happiest day of your life has gone
Sketch it, opt for a punch-up
Haircut Saturday, forms for the liquefaction
Of the warm-hued bricks posted
First thing tomorrow
Tomorrow
Old and posh, acclaimed
A kimchi omelette, rich
Pickings for the avant-garde
Pens and folders from revered
Institutions are in my possession...but do not
Belong to me...the smearing of walls
Would spread to the ceiling as well
If it were reachable...of this
I am sure
Meanwhile
All the while
Live from korea
I get so much pleasure from the foreign comedy
Translated, a set of keys falls to the floor
Humiliation and squeak squeak and
Squeak again
Goin' now and is that what happened?
Manchester yet again is where you will find
Seventeenth century moated mansions
I am devastated on hearing this accent
I explode and I hurry
Hurry up
Wall...
It
Wall...
It
It's a fucking wallet
Unpredictable isn't good enough
A life of mistakes and in sequence
Summed up in the company of foodies
Study dialect and
Binary jam
Visitors to the bastions of the Kastellet make
A proposal and there is a phone call out of nowhere
Items of comfort, luxury even are
Located all over this land...what is it I can
Do for agriculture?
There is a breathlessness that returns with
Avengeance, limbs go limp, bile is abrupt
In its arrival...where is the
Golden Temple when I need it?
Where is the free helicopter ride?
Part of me wants nothing to do with
Human connections...there is too much
Pain, too many letdowns...besides, at
Least the shaking has subsided

The protein from lips full on and the feel of textiles from Mali
Allowed the whisky to cauterize my throat without sensation, but
The oesophagus was warmed knowingly...sleep followed
By sweet cider is a first, a hop, skip and a jump is
On the contrary, never to be attempted
The business here is leisure, purely so that we laugh
Simultaneously at the intentionally-bad-hair day, an image
That is reminiscent of a workplace problem with
Pigeons, work...huh
Are you free today, to dwell on the loss of the
Burgenland?
Are you free today?
Free from the dust, the xanthous stains of laziness and the
Bravery that takes you to that aimless abyss?
If so, come join me, now I can at last share the feeling
Of ignition proper
Be snatched up, well my Dear
Inundated I 'aint...for every morning
I take a picture from this corner, it is true
That plans made for bank holidays are determined
High above the Atlantic and those brooding skies
Are all too soon back in the bloodstream
Their brief absence is as unnatural as poppies in
The millenium...as the emotional connection between
Ossies and Wessies
This is all down to the miserable sentiments of a lazy
Painter and the pestering for state benefits by
A young, as yet unknown, bully
The prolific smoker speaks of an
Exhibition of trees...such beauty
Let him feel the full force of steel toe-caps...all in
Good time...for now I search for a job point, whatever
That may be and I walk on risky, risky ground under
The half-light of an acne-blessed sun
While I try to
Make sense of this...the trees of the forest on
Seeing the axeman approach with his axe notice
The handle and whisper to each other...it's one of our
Own...we use to laugh and talk about silly things, things
Irrelevent to others like the smell of armpits and the dying
Of mice in our very midst
A duo they were...bless 'em
They knew nothing of me
They knew nothing of how it felt to get lost
In a karst landscape
We saw rags and we saw 'owt and we saw
Re-planted olive trees but could not get our heads
Around the latter

Is alabaster always pink then?
A forgotten enquiry amidst putting the world
To rights, compliments are rare and more
Rarely are they received
Strugglin' with his one I am as
You make it easy, you really do, you are
The origin of the earth
Up close
Up close
The end is nigh...as if, more
Like the end is nigh impossible
I drive at ninety, instead of the usual
One hundred and twenty down the
Street called Straight until I arrive at
How the House is...how
Is the house?
Absolutely not in colour
This is the water
This is the evergreen
This is the new way of doin' thangs
September I am held in high regard, then
I am not, grapes and kiwi fruits are lavished upon me
Pictures are taken of those lickable boots and
I skank a seat for days of radio...i still think of Greg
When I see Alex, but not vice versa
Do you want my email?
I am postponed and
I postpone...after seven minutes, a smile of
Resignation, a thousand thus far, is removed by
A smile, this is set in red and ochre sandstone
Such is the shock, such is the
Essential experience and opera too, a tax-free
Solitude presented in overlapping colours and
Yet more slashed curtains
These question my decision to sod it all when suddenly
She is at my door, like the rats gnawing to get
At my ovenable samosas
She has no knickers on or, she HAD no knickers
On...as if the wife is interested
He is
I am too...in all of this humdrum and in
The foothills of the Lebanon, I will fall
On my sword again and then cab it eastwards
To an old haunting-ground
Dementia will get me sooner rather than...blindness
Probably both will descend on me like the memories
Of certain paragraphs of looted books
I will piece together every last inch
Of the shredded material
This is typical of me

I love that Manchester place, a real
Caravan city where the practical intelligence of the
Merchant is to be cherished
I love that man too and I just smile when I see
Men and Women robbing Honey...Honey
With a capital H
Propolis, a resinous sticky gum, as if 'an all that
An open mind...should I stay
Or should you go?
You go...zero eight
You go...zero eight
Our green credentials will go out the window
There are none
There are no-one
Is is is
There are leeches you know
In France, this
Would be misunderstood
Would be mis-translated
In fact, Love is alien in these parts
I know because
I sit there, stare
Two windows and five storeys down
I overcome, I think
I overcome
Je t'aime le soir, je t'aime
I live in a pre-child world
I live in a pre-child world
I live for nutty cashew
I will offer baby-sitting services
This will be a new chapter and I will
Take a route other than the M83, the
Pointless education and a work-in-progress
Oxford, tolerance and short fuses
A pen held in the mouth or closeted
Behind the ear is a new one
A couple splits
Then rejoins, then splits and so on
There is no celebration
There is nothing, no thing
To celebrate
Not even in the crypt of a humble Cappucin church
Do you know how difficult it is these days to
Meet people?
Tripods and intimacy on this, the day
Of
Women
International
Draw it to a close
Draw it to a close
Please
The one I like the most is the one to whom
I am the most invisble
If there is a most, or
If there is a more,or
If there is a less
It is with these thoughts that I shall
Go hill-walking
Forever

Folk music and the hated Gertrude
A nun, a nun, anon, anon, an old foul memory
The stage is set for Birmingham
What they need to see is that the loss of loved ones and
A little organisation enables my literal middle-of-the-road
View of the architecture of the city built
On commerce...testimonies wear very thin, the
Feet get cold and the point is missed...is lost
In sentiment
This is the most powerful city on this earth, it
Has lots of salt and there is even an Arthur moment
In all of this sadness, even amongst the weaker ones
Who cannot come to terms...who could with
The loss of a big brother, or a little one
There is clear pain
There is clear anger
But I feel beauty and I feel moved
It really is about time...and all of this ahead of
A fantasy of using dotted and ribbed style with the
One from the Wirral
This almost comes true during a solo dance during
Which I am approached, hugged, then kissed
The sanest days...

Her son, her son and her
Problems
I am on a waltz with a womanly form
A night of celebrations...only two
One-unders in a thirty-year-plus career
Can you search your memory for those odd nights
When you are alone?
Enjoy and be damned, or just be damned
Awards for pulsars, worn guitar straps and seventeen
Films so far this month
What do I care?
Bury my heart in the Campo Vacchino and let
The concrete blend with the blood
Let the ram-raiders target the Mexican
Shopkeepers, they make off with cigarettes, cigars
And ornamental plates
I am barred from a fave place, not for the
First time, I am ejected from a party
Before it has even started...give me bee venom, a gun and
Please include the instructions
Please
Please
Listen to the sounds of the bypass, but don't blame me
For I am in a place where people are rich or pretend to be
Here I can share my dreams
I cannot do likewise where people are blatantly poor
So do not blame me for my four nights spent in Bra
P.S.
Treat the workers like shit and
They will produce shit work

I used to be three, a skipper and a jumper
A was-been
I dressed like a trooper
I worked as a tart
Around the globe
Whacking off...hurray
Medals...we'll receive medals
Around this restless globe, any commitment
Is of a silver density
Amidst false laughter, any charge
Is a charge built on a belief
British in its blood and bloody in
Its mind, reddened and soulless
I am a sum of no-one
I am a Love for no-one
So, ant-like creepy bog-monster...why not leave
This party?
This join-in-people-of-the-world
Party?
Get yourself bottled you gormless idiot because
It is too awkward to speak with the playwright
Just a nod for today
Must get on, it is strange in here without the
Sound of your voice, it is strange...Aintree is
Wedged between God and Satan
I am bold, soul music and R 'n B
Do we bond?
Is the outfit yours?
Shrug...shrug your shoulders
Encouragement is given...a trip to
Harrogate is on the cards and there is a grimmace
Upon discovering the loss of some readies
A left index finger upon a right pinky, tapping out the
First of a series of opinions or facts
Perhaps
Feathered bow, Soho
Over-polished cutlery is my weaponry, I am part
Of the Reconquista, whether I like it or not and
Special deals to Helsinki give me the travel bug
I am immune, strong, solitude is no surprise
In white trainers when out come those bloody
Nightlights

R U so and so's sister?
Sinister sounds and dreams of dancehalls, the trips out and
The trip-outs
The visuals
I envy couples and I wear the wrong clothes...but only for the
Wrong occasions
I can put it away now
The diversion tool, lots of people I know
I know lots of people...especially in those
Lists on page one of two
Smoke a pen and cry in public, the usual
All the lust that you need
Alerted to the magic, fruity
There is no longer any such magic
When the artist enters, the acrobats appear also...in the
Mind at any stretch
One nation, England
For the English...the welcome chant
Backs to the wall
Back to the olde world
Ticket ticket ticket tickets
The international complexity of email notification
The abundance tonight of British talent
Tonight it just did not click
As a rule, thinking about it, we just
Never clicked...we were
Misaligned once again, this one is a real pain
There go parks and warehouse, express American forces mail
We fit snugly inside like a paintbrush in predictive text
Though not very often...well
Simply nowhere near enough
If you are going 2 put this on, please do not put it in front of the rat cage. It is already too hot in here and is unfair!
An hour to do yer make-up
Spike
Spiked
Nine times out of ten, you placed his hand on
Yer breast
There is an ugly side and there is beauty
Ikiru, sliding scales, tears
Potted plants, tears
Ugly sod, Gotanda to
Wanna' fight?
Terry, an old flat flame
The familiar sight of Goodnight
I never ever ever
I will never ever ever
Salsa bores me and babies in bars look ridiculous

We argued
We disagreed and so the rains came
Because we disagreed
Some honey and
Some wit is
Pitted against troops of a higher calibre
But we have 'owt to lose
Cheese, biscuits and team meetings
Sponsored by, glazed eye
I, of forty years of bitterness, communism and mouth to mouth
All in one day
All in a day's work
Data and lifts home, crap public
Transport systems
Cracking knuckles like there is no tomorrow but
With quality, commitment, professionalism
A compressor, a clean-up, then a
Breakdown...i was warned
Big Britain in the modern age
Diamonds and Alice...a girl from NG one to seventeen and
A phone call to order knock-off footie shirts
The sofa from next door's skip is adequate
No regard for CCTV at all
The pain in the back is pulsating
Blank and situations, asleep on grass and on two cushions
I was punished for too long for a reckless utterance
He/she does not love me
Once you
Twice guzzle
Final thinker
I fan the flames of discontent
I sit and peruse the A to Zed of Derby
She is so so
Nah
Nah
I know
Je sais
A snapshot of the
Glacial corries of a Czech
Landscape will suffice
For a temporary warming of the heart
And like the home made food and the mushrooms grown in a Czech forest...white, yellow, framed and solid like a shield...you
Are...you must be sickening for something

She is active, at the back of
Crags and the mountain of pallets
I was unwrapped in the boardroom
I was admitted to A and E
I was not the gift you
Expected
I, of a foreign frame
Life was full of highs and thighs and bagging
Off in clubs richly laden with fibre-glass dust
My average weight dropped
My average weight dropped and was your
Average weight also
The jobs I listed for David to do
Were never finished
He may well think bad of me now, as well as
The skinny princess
This I can do nothing about
But I can at least feel the
Fingertips again of someone great
Albeit late in the day...in the days of
Painful memories
Memories are painful
Do you have a police record?
Yes
Subcontracted and out of the flames
Tina is hereby authorised to...
The culture of the pregnant woman image and its
Pornographic sub-culture exists and has done so since
Nineteen ninety one...
I will throw ropes over pylon-clasped cables and I will
Short-circuit the earth
It is my protest against captains of industry
It is my land and while my baby's hands are blistered and
Sore from nothing more than a brutal handshake
Then there will be a twofold increase in your torment

Despatch, try this at home, not easy
Tilt the head and turn it, there are too many
French mayors and not enough temples of
Convenience
This is a car engine, Bedankt
I am a crap shot so on the clay pigeon shoot, I waited
For the target to land on the ground, walked over and
Unloaded into it from close range
This was an attempt not to fail like the zig-zagging hare
Clipped at eighty miles per hour, at times like this
I talk too much to myself in a curious
Nasal Liverpudlian delivery
Get myself to a top garage
Meanwhile, the jazz master ended the life of an
Animal, me on t'other hand ended the
Antics of a tease, rotten to the core in this compound of skin
I am Devil
I am laid on the moorland
I am handsome and doing
A terrific job
Distance eye tests are a thing of the past, as is
The girl who puts her
Whole clenched fist into her mouth...party trick
I think about asking if it somebody's birthday as a joke
After a popular tribute song is played but then change my mind
Decide not to
So you are still friends after all
After all i've been told by a potential mate...but not
For kids 'n stuff
That said, cartoon character frog frog birthday cards
Sell to people like this, they ought to try cold cold
Concrete in North Liverpool
Bastards
It may have stopped
I'm about to leave
Following the floating of seasons, the sacred
Feminine brings his rabbit audience
The UK finds neighbour
Lying dead
Sensible
At last...a result

Fall asleep on my shoulder...divine
Lean over and rest for a second on my shoulder
During a weak moment
Eleanor of Fazakerly, sits slightly
Behind me to the right
Gently leans into me with her bosom
Tell me you made mistakes
Tell me you took pictures, that...that
That you inhabited coastal seaweed drying huts
You
Gets away with murder, cleans with
A paintbrush, diamonds and matinees and
Not cleaning as you go
Fail to prepare, prepare to fail
Foot in a bucketful of fables
And that system is capitalism
On the Ormskirk Road, three a.m.
A man whose future just got bleaker
Is floored by a bloody big copper
Being something of a worrier
I, like you, take off
My coat only when seated
Brolly twister
Strife
Threat
Every man a Billy Bimbo
As for lack of water, it
Isn't fair and it isn't right
As for Hillbillies and Italians, well they
Are quite close together, so it seems
Inside the slammer, no more
Red-eye, no more
Touched by the left, no more
Luck
With good fortune
Life get to crumble
He to his own destiny
Follows one struggle and asks is there much?
Directed West
The price, the Caucasian
Tour, tour, previous tours
Kiss, cut, this is how three won

North west trunk
Tracy's face
Trampolining on the top bed of a bunk
And a seven day libido-fix
I shall be deposited and people will
Navigate via mobiles and fixed cameras to
Me and me alone
This can be anywhere outside of Asia-Pacific
More relaxed
More in keeping
More ex-property developer
We have a launch date and an informer
Footballers and ferraris...will they ever divorce?
Ticket prices are inflated but I still want to
Attend this send-off at Theydon Bois, after all
It is for charity and the general consensus is that
It is for the easing of loneliness more so
When did families ever
Yield to the pressures of others?
When?
And why?
Good move, no...neat move
A crack in the pepperpot
A crack of a smile
I consider, no...i wish an offering
Of grab services
Then I pretend to be a cool customer
But this title belongs only to a
Leery wife-beater
He lives in Sevenoaks and he knows who he is
I too would throw all of this into the coal fire
If I had one
If you were my albatross
If you and I could inspect each other's
Desserts, like other lovers do
Alas, in the meantime
I will drink hot tea to cool down just as the
Russians eat ice-cream to warm up
To warm up
Did I really say alas?
Did I really see the checking of one's own
Cleavage?
Whether exposed or exposed not
I forgot
Move away and offend me
Break me and laugh like a burning giraffe

Through the gates of Jupiter, it shouldn't start with this
But it will, it has
All stocks
You little treasure
Women of a certain age stay with men
Of a certain...age
It is always time to always always join in
It is easier this way, it is to twiddle
With one's own necklace when one's own hand
Is not on another's lap
The random writer is writing randomly, is he
Fields of Athenry or not?
I don't know
I will leg it to the Masons Arms either way
For another jar, for
Another winter, it's another long one Arthur
The performance was discrete
I know i'm in a bad way when I am laughing at
American sitcoms, oil and gas
Boy meets girl for a sustainable future
There is a benchmark, ho ho ho
There are active and there are passive types
And there are mental mentors
Completely mental nights as well, these are in conflict
With chatterbox drivers...i had a gilt-edged
Chance
I had a gilt...i will say no more
If I can get to the end of April, when showers will
Wash uncleaned vehicles, then I will call this my benchmark
As it is
I can join the elite and
Leave the theatre of caution behind
There is a risk to my life, who knows?
That is dangereuse to your life
It may well all end on a max speed forty bend
On a ring road around that Manchester

It's been a while, you are
Designed simply for the senses
We opt for a fun drive, my drive
Your fun, we are not thinking as one
The interior trim, the exterior grim
Ho hum for the adaptable little puppy
Run to me and every place run
Think I of birthday celebrations, I fancy an
Evening of self-loathing with twentysomething males
The pissed, tanned and pale
In a past life, I am a perky petrol engine
I am mentioned earlier and I have plenty
Of promise, the stars are raw and melt on the eye
Like dropped acupuncture needles
Renowned for their wit, I stare and sit and then
I sit and stare, not on the middle but on any stair...it
Depends on how far I wish to fall
How much I limit the load
How well I absorb the crack
How quickly I secure the cables that suspend
A family under attack
From hand-balling to a university handball
Team, oh to be this sorted, to be in receipt of electrical
Safety testing and the like
This is a vibrant new version of a classic, sister-in-law
Onion soup, a brief scene containing nudity and
A dance marathon, I would like to partake of
A dance marathon, but I am merely a boil on
The back of Mother Nature, I just
Sit there
It pays to consider your family's delicate skin...so
You are told
I was told earlier today, before I shed tears and fell
Apart
In that order

There is a family that merely functions
Meanwhile my papers lie close to my heart
Like gloves worn on a long journey through
The boredom of a long poisonous night
A girl called Nicky from Sunderland says everbody
Is looking at me and chuckling
Back and forth and a child-like scrawl
Small small small
Killed by a once good neighbour, tribal differences and privet
Heights...matter of fact
I'm floating about like a boogaloo bad boy
An old adversary is under the damp duvet most nights
Wishing again to be in Leeds, or walking the
Cowley Road
There, I was visible
There, I was rude
Three...oh, three is a complicated number so I will
Touch base, I will phone you
My fondness for Runcorn/Widnes is
Tainted by gafiraphobia
So goodnight and God bless, I am leaving for a town by the name
Of just trying to make a living
Before I leave of course, I will let battle commence
Between my toothbrush for a sword and the
Food dragons
I am off my trolley me...mad
It is for this reason that I still frequent attendance
Points in a variety of cycles
Box C every second week is my current fave
Touch me to start, Lisbon is a lonely place
No grub and efficiency within the council chamber
Wrong place at the wrong time of day
I will depart for the right place at the wrong time of day
I am covered in warts
I am in demand
I am grateful for the trip down south and for
The hospitality and I show this
I show this with a look around historic
Warwick where poppers taken by droppers and shoppers
Wear white on sporting pink bodies
Elegant in no department and a true package
Unacceptable and aggrieved
I wear suede to remind me of this
To remind me of this I wear suede
They are somehow interlinked as I demand
The presence of cherubs to assist me as I tread on
Shakey ground which can be found in a quadrant of a self-made
Crop circle where people don't even stifle yawns and where
Two six-footers check out each other's labels
I have a limited imagination as I spend some quality time
With the runny-nosed pensioner
But not to worry, I have a pensioner's body as well

Air, big time
Eager to learn
Yearning to know
Saints into the sea
Rubbing the back of this thing
A woman that is
Dance and floor
Fall over
Fall over and now for the father
If you dare
Problems still with the wife?
More so than the onset of varicose veins
Just getting into my stride
Sabotage and
Attacked in cars by
Schizophrenics
She she she
Sits next to me
What to do but talk about cross-discipline and
Cross-dressing
Sportsmanship doesn't exist and you
Were too enthusiastic last night
Rejected on all levels, I will set
Fire to the houses of slavers and run away by
The light of them
They produce pollards and they lop the dreams
Of the poor as a pastime
Despite this, I will shed tears even when
Turned to stone
These months are stark
Hollering women and ranting men
As to where, why and when
Oh God, who knows?
Tee-shirts that explain the pain
Of everday life and
Holistic treatments that will have me
Sporting a lava medallion
And then there were more Polish people
They were nice and so blew your theories outta'
The window
For the kindness and hospitality and the free
Seat...thank you
I remember Ken and his family and the people who
Went out of their way
For once, i'm in control
Then i'm not
I know people who are just like me, but I look
Straight past them

A prefab and a stalker in tow
Go Leicestershire and remember, in case of fire
Quittez votre chambre
Make une decision
Beautiful colours and dissolves, life in the Gutter...run
I spend my days alone, sometimes I will use my voice
Only twice...once for aunty, once for my
Cripple woman
Cheeky mare
By the way, have you not seen the latest nerve?
Come dine alone...this upbringing is an enviable one
What is magic to me is the norm to lucky
Children, still they talk inane sci-fi nonsense
I defied those who belittled me
I defied more than anybody, myself
Another skipp'd meal helps to keep
The weight-gain wolves from the door
I once met a real gent with a profession
This was a rare moment and a meeting of minds
Or perhaps not...in this oil-spill of ocean
Why this life not chosen?
What fear?
What fade?
Is it in the refractive quality of gobos?
Or is it in the blood of those you love?
Of those you love?
Jesus fuckin' Christ
This is dodgy ground, three deaths and
Forty two casualties in the last year and the
Making of a film in the week commencing...
The male lover will kill himself in a Paris
Hotel room and I will utilise to the full
Twenty eight service stations, or more
A v-sign full in the face or I will slap
Your legs...i would die for you
Tramp
Benchmark
Closer and closeness
The discomfort that familiarity brings
Oh yeah...and the familiarity with discomfort

The one that you love and blown, hardened wax
I have a sharp suit and a drink problem and
And...and er...i succumbed
Someone rich puts their foot on top of a
Pound coin that someone poor drops
Which do I admire?
Which do I pity?
I'd like to know trouble-causers and
Whether to send or burn this letter
Rock 'n roll, back on the dole
Old Polish Music
You are a bore
I am a bore
It is nearly midday and I am totally
Bollywood
I could get into Iranian stuff easily as well you know
As well as dead-end streets
The latter I am more accustomed to
Obviously
Laugh laugh
There is a man in fear, so much fear
He says so
I am not with this
I am not hearing this
That says it all really
It is probably a rarity you know
So stop scratchin'
Get yourself full of drugs and study
The new folk explosion
There was a kind old man in the
Right coloured shirt, this meant
A lot to me
The kid is distressed, backs have been turned on him
Scars and scratches dominate this family and
The misfortune that was...
I love your boring body
I adore your Mancunia
Spinners and jesters
Stargazers and pop music lovers
I am with y'all and his name just
Had to be Keith
What were their names exactly?
Well...Liz belongs to Bradford
Antony, the Wirral...by the way...
Liz also owns the nights and
Stephen travels everywhere
It seems the bigger characters are in the audience
As always
My charming Billy boy, we will have you sectioned

My heart is aching as well, my Dear
My shouting instinctive matches
My awe...all apparent is
Display
All that stuff
How much stuff can someone have?
How much longer can someone go on
Searching for a family?
Forever?
I ran with the kite-flyers
I ran away from the machinists
She wears gloves which belong to her Father
I can tell, they are way too big
In the meantime, may nothing
But happiness come through your door
With diesel of course
If this could go some way
Funk
I buy the gifts, the coffees and the cocktails
I talk not about the mechanics of the
Sky, but about the randomness of illness
You, who cares not
Me, who cares not
Crumbs
This is not dealt with very well or promptly
Gaze aversion is not in evidence
Here matey
So calls London
So calls Tokyo
So calls a splatterday suicide
With insects for flowerheads
And flowerheads for people
Dot dot dot
Demonstration songs...that's good
Bloody Scottish people
Welsh hills, we were thinking about
Selling and moving to
Chav central, well sometimes
I am cautious about lust and
I am lustful for caution
People are everso eager to talk about their
Domestic hang-ups
They are in the pipeline or they go wrong
Gutted...they live for the stress
Promise me a day in Perth
Go travelling
Go AWOL
I like the Jones's
And then you're gone, just like that