There is Yorkshire and there
Is a gap of several miles
In seconds, i epitomize all that is
Wrong with this commuter, i am
Warmed, elated by the foreign language, i
Have a come a long a way in such a short
Distance...be my baby, we could, we
Could steal away my tinker bell
You are my first choice
You are less the wire
You are a viva hate sky
You are vapour, i am lucky to find such risings from a spa
From afar and with such conversion, with this
Much kinetic...i am bloated of lung
I am in a confused land of juniper
I am incapable also
Mem'ries...just a girl from my school
Ta for the email address and the choice of supermodel
And of course...the sacrifice
It began in Harrogate and
Ended nowhere, northwest
There was Paul, there was Marylin
And of course...there was Stella
We learned together...English two thousand
Crown eagle quality secrets
Aplenty and absinthe absence
I am reformed, names of shops
I can scream, eating and drinking
Therapy is obvious, more so at airports
I loiter in the dales, it's been too long in the left
Of the rising sun, there is spleandour elsewhere...in frontiers
Where wild boars roam and where the beaver
Sculpts branches
My teeth, on the other hand are old cement
I awake sometimes from loose dreams where bad enterprise
Is a decaying river-swim
Splash, splash and more splash...or am i awoken
Instead by the stiffness that is tennis elbow?
I have internal debates about this and the
Labelling of super foods and i have a humourous exchange
With the phlebotomist
That reminds me, when was the last time i ran
Amok with a composite racquet?