The greased-round tray, Slammed in the oven And sizzled And then The final coffin of the take- away box
I was found drifting after swimming the length of your sweet water dam The girls were competed for, coins tossed and the winner out of three could take the two.
Sherriff of Nottingham The ghost of Belle Starr Jezebel the nun Hoot Mcgroot Julius Caesar
Were all finks - Peter Brown
Never lucky, you were left. We watched you from the carport, You and the pumping hand. (the rhythm of one man’s dream thumping out on the same sorry organ ) you were like a brother they said, as I folded between them like a sandwich. A stone age arse Opens up To the roll of drums And the treacle whispers Of unlovely lovers A summer night’s breeze outside Rustling paper in the next room Distant slamming doors And you alone, with him Somewhere.
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