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