You Started It

Come to think of it You started it all Now what am I? Chopped meat? Stalled at the gate? incomplete?

Hat Lover

Don't like hats when you are young Or God will make you bald like me When you grow up, you see. If you're still not stepping on the cracks You can relax

Travel. Lodge.

I woke up in Manchester Dry of mouth in the Travel Lodge Someone’s fist had marked the toilet door And the wall near the entrance to my room. Not me, of course.

My Routine

Tonight the moon’s what I’d call bright And I’d call this a cold night. This is whisky, this is ice. And I’m out in the garden. It’s nice. Looking at the moon.

No Mystery

Nobody knowed why the chicken crossed the road And there’s no mystery in a plastic bottle The plastic bottle crossed the road Because the wind blowed.

The Future

Is that our future smacked out in front of the TV? Brawling in a pub car park? Driving dangerously in someone else’s car?

chapter five: M.L.C.

They can see you coming a mile off. Their radar beeps long before you hove into view.

Quite early, on All Hallows

Villanelle

Apologia

Unbidden you fill my secret dreams recalling all those painful scenes.

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