An interview, forthcoming
Through the olive trees, we see
The building of houses from packs of playing cards
Corporate types in trilbies
Once it was ponytails
Now it's team building and razed eyebrows
Consider for a minute, then refrain
Gag
Express
Gagless
Make mention of the sprinters and
Their potential use of family games
From Reigate to Midlothian
There will be risk management
Identify the situation
Anticipate the echoes of stilettoes
Absorb the open plan
Try to cope and
Keep it clean

What was lost in explanation?
Gas no longer kills and we recycle
What harm was done in description?
Over my shoulder, it is now
Fashionable to sit there all day
New tory leaders and old
Have a certain look
Popular or not
Ahead or behind
Schoolies strut unaware that
This is not the place to be seen
Only found
I will move from any table
Any hardback on which i rest
And sit against a wall, a fence at
The edge of a cliff
So long as fashion ceases to be
Over my shoulder

Turning, a time for killing, a time for
Small talk
Both, i really know
One face not here is hazardous
This job is better than the last one
Victorian baking ovens are history
You point, i scorch
This postcode is the same as before
The enlarged womb is strange
When seen from above
My cheeks hang heavy and
Pull on my grey silver lined sockets
A girl in green is easily obscene
See the mother for proof
See the two bin liners in each hand
Watch the solo descent
Join vehicular queues
Only to abandon them once at the front
There is no hidden magic
There is a visible agenda
Inflate and rush, rush
Inflated indeed

I'm sorry
Not service
Slimmer jizos
Rolling back hesitance
I was established nineteen seventy
The aromas of religion and nonsense
The subway sect passes by
The dissection of ring roads
Yawn at indulgence
Wipe away perspiration
Corners of eyes
The president, his reading glasses
I'm so sorry

Such wonderful explosions down there
Beneath the poly-tunnels
While caution ponders over the menu
The Europeans depart
To leave the crippled in the company of
The loose-trousered
The hungover seeking solace in a cold sink
And noisy bloody barristers
Try to love summer
If you can
Try open top tours
Attempt fakin' it
An epic struggle it is
To put your feet up
Drink till we die
Be baffled by bachache
So bad
You can't even bend down
To pick up the pieces

An incident, it is the fifth of
A scratched September morning
I have missed the morning ticket
The afternoon group alas
Is the station for discouragement
Is the stage to be butchered
Five remain unscathed
A blank and a greyish Hatred are my choices today
These were in print and
Imprinted years ago
By Reg, a friend
I intend to return his book to the clinic
They have missed my presence
So they say
So what have i missed?
The introduction of a man who drinks mouthwash?
Gags about oral hygiene?
Newish old faces?
Diabetes?
The injection of stark warnings of death and
Several failures of insulin-giving practice leaves us with
Fears of needles, stories and life-long long nights
You have to or you die
You have to or you die
The corners laugh
Habits contribute and inform this collective
They can't be bothered to cook
Heroin and later on, laughter
Follow the man with a penchant for plaques and
Obscure dangers
Sleep on your own front doorstep
Operate machinery
Cut through lawnmower cables
Twice wouldn't you know it?
Spend your drink lolly on brollies
Use your imagination
Watch the Ashes
Eat jaffa cakes

No need to grin
Le fin Le fin
Patina on the inside
Call me a butterfly
It's a Yank's secret desire
A cavalier's stopped clock
It's you and me
It's whoever and me
Don't ascend the stairs dizzy one
Not yet pet
In pretty shades, with lice
Think once, know twice
Your free step and
Your costly movement
Is eye fodder and
Is body weight
Upon my bony bony back