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My stories

"Tonight in LA"

"Tonight in LA" By Razorlight Sounds like seventeen in' 71 swaying in the gym lights turned down arms round the neck of a tall boy cheek to his Brooks Brothers shirt fresh blue cotton Docksiders toe to toe

I Watch the News

I Watch the News The skitter of leaves leap hopping over wind hoops is a limp of dying birds or mice luring from their young The tree party of cherry bright,chestnut, lime , rustling red is a queue of the starving stick limbed lining up for grain

Nimrod

Nimrod They are always so fine and full of life our dead boys a smiling photograph of particular beauty,perfect young men sunshine in their eyes ,windruffled hair their loss so loud its the whole orchestra

Wearing the Poppy

Wearing the Poppy The beautiful man read his paper quietly as well we joined a club about manners a Masonic Lodge without the handshake the man on his left folded every page wrinkled and shook it , a terrier with a rat

We Have No Time For Art

We Have no Time for Art We have no time for art only needed it when we lived plainly, pre TV in round mud houses or black and white films Now we do colour on the run like everything else

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