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And if it snowed and snow covered… he took a spade and tossed it to o… And always tucked his daughter up… And slippered her the one time tha… And every week he tipped up half h…
Of all the public places, dear to make a scene, I’ve chosen here. Of all the doorways in the world to choose to sleep, I’ve chosen yo… I’m on the street, under the stars…
The future was a beautiful place,… Remember the full-blown balsa-wood… on public display in the Civic Ha… The ring-bound sketches, artists’… blueprints of smoked glass and tub…
Eight-year-old sitting in Bramhal… shoes scuffed from kicking a stone… too young for a key but old enough… to walk the short mile back from s… You’ve spied your mother down in t…
Just how it came to rest where it… miles out, miles from the last far… was a fair question. Dropped by hu… or aeroplane perhaps for some reas… put down as a cairn or marker, the…
It is not through weeping, but all evening the pale blue eye on your most photogenic side has k… its own unfathomable tide. Like th… at the dyke I have been there:
I was pegging out your lime-green… you were hoping the last of the su… might sip the last few beads of dr… from its lime-green hem. I had a blister-stigmata the size…
It seemed an unlikely match. All… grinding its teeth in a plastic sl… nose-down from a hook in the darkr… under the hatch in the floor. When… it knocked back a quarter-pint of…
In later life I retired from poet… ploughed the profits into a family restaurant in the town of Holzminden, in lowe… It was small and traditional:
I am very bothered when I think of the bad things I have done in m… Not least that time in the chemist… when I held a pair of scissors by… and played the handles
The sun comes like a head through last night’s turtleneck. A pigeon in the yard turns tail and offers me a card. Any card. From pillar to post, a pantomime
To the Metropolitan Police Force… the asylum gates are locked and ch… by wandering thoughts and the clos… So from San Francisco, patron cit… I scribble this note, having overs…
He splashed down in rough seas off… I watched through a coin-op telesc… with a lollipop stick as a trawler… of the waves and ferried him back… Control on a trading estate near t…
Anyone here had a go at themselves for a laugh? Anyone opened their w… with a blade in the bath? Those in… at the back, listen hard. Those at… in the know, those of us who have,…