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Were any of the words that slid from your mouth like nurse home spaghetti ever anything but tricks to open our hearts (which are pure) so you could swallow them and eat them and grow almost as much as we shrank (but lasting shorter, the growing, because you're already shrinking back (I can tell from the things you said when you last said things in my direction) while we're just smaller now (little, little, small) to size).

I captured your lips with such clarity that I thought they were about to say 'hello.' The ears were lifelike from the rosy lobes, to the freckle like a piercing.

... maybe never to meet face to face.

They met in an All Bar One. Office girls in push up bras. Nylon ties on seat backs. Carbonated comfort in pints and possibility on tap. C'mon let's race. It was Thursday night.

I think we shall resist the bourgoisie

We saw an eagle overhead as we fished fom the dock circling higher and higher I can see it I can see it said my little daughter The nurse said "yea we saw it the other day flew right down low took a fish right out of the lake

I study from afar, Safe, protected Behind the mask, That shields my eyes. As I covet The tiniest movement, Slightest twitch, That he makes. I focus, Determined, not To miss a thing Or let him know

Fictional poem.

It may have occurred to the casual reader of the Tales of Larry & Mick that there is some lack of clarity over the living arrangements of the protagonists. Do they each own their own 'space' (to be very 2005), but spend most of their time at each other's abodes? Or do they share in the ownership of a flat or a house, in an entirely non-sexual, platonic kind of a way? (Larry & Mick are not gay. Or are they...? This is one of the questions which will be vociferously debated amongst students of Larry & Mick for many years to come - as well as the lack of clarity regarding their living arrangements...)