New York City jail
She feels sick
He looks sick in orange
The latest in a series of encounters
With the drink dependents
Which side of the highway
Takes me into downtown?
Guides me through the hours when i'm forlorn?
The down-and-outs are now
The up-and-ins
They miss not an opportunity
To lubricate vocal chords
To introduce themselves
I pray for trismus
And tetanus
An admission of abstinence
And periods of...
The last official day and
The certificate of completion
Now all we need is a mantlepiece

Doreen takes downers
Doris services apartments
Attends clinic
The Doc and Doris
Often partake in a parting drink and erm...
Sweden's scandecor, it's an old print
It's art therapy
The pictures are typically scenes of
Walkabout, grounds, badges, spare time
Departure, anger management, northern golfers
And no desire

These two...Philip 'n Cyril i call them
Are always here
Two boys' minds, one square metre
Bloody odd and quite frightening
An imbalance of fine threads
A spilt drink
Their planning threatens me
Or someone
So too do knee pockets
By my reckoning, they believe in comics
Or conspiracy theories
Or both
One stop is made
I pause in the T-position, listen carefully
Then resume bodily contact
At first, i misunderstood
Now, i misunderstand
No photography, but
This surgery is no looker
Popular leaflets offer the only sunlight
In a dry place
Then you arrive, in incredible style...
Do i encourage in you the pro-active?
Set in motion a long line of greetings?
Sandy for England
Sandy for England
The dropped glass
The post-chant
Sandy for the drop
Sandy for the chop
I need therapy
I need a garden state
I need television
I need educating
I need a baby doll that will scream in the early hours on medium wave and wake me from the council incentive, the nightmare

A disciplined group, testing
Assumptions, always
The first to speak
Hey Tigerella
The selection of struggles
Misery and delight and a bottle of
Vodka on a string and cooling beneath a sash window
An articulate lady's best friend
Work is her enemy
Her neighbour's jowels tremble
Not willing nor able
But regular...and that's a start
On soft cushioned chairs, how many times
Have arms of wood been touched, tapped in hope?
Familiar words
Yellow perfection

Make myself neon
Visible to the local, the mixed race
Elbow-test your guarantees and your warmth
A love for the exclusive operation
Dictates the route
Sequestered streets are planned
Homeward
On footache
On heartblisters
My coagulant is jobless
To give myself as neonate, is this needy?
I will grip your attention

Sometimes you shake me warmly by the hand
Despite poor circulation, cold digits
I like it
Today you didn't
You embrace only your reputation
In the company of hoteliers
Never mind, for now
We can focus instead on capital
Yet more wine and monitors
And i will pray for trismus
Christine still sparkles from a distance
Continental shoppers are rare
They hide subtlety
Or they talk at length about their problems
With a genuine bouquet
And jagged teeth
They question the gypsy also
And reflect on bad moth jokes
They despair at the newborn
At the centre of attention
They are absorbed in heat and holiday snaps
They wince in the high factor
As posters are floored
Too heady on the eyes
Too heavy to JC Decaux
And they will pray for regicide
Well it's just around the corner
Let's face it

Spare time and family
Puddles made by poodles too
Are in my control
Are quite difficult
We don't do high fives here
So stop it
We do Harvey Moon still
And as much as possible
And walks
And voluntary work
Self-reliance is an It job
As are routine, exercise and logistics
So stop it
Stop it now
Ditto ditto ditto