And then the dark fell and there was never
It was the first gift he ever gave her
She does not even bother to undress properly
They seem so pleased with themselves over there
Bovvercraft
My neighbour's wife, her breasts, her warm tongue
Some trees echo of forests
Valleys ache with ancients walking
The suit beach, better than nudists
A cup of hot soup, oxtail, tomato, steam on the windows
I sit on this ledge, people who were me pass underneath
Beleaguer, padlocked, married
Julie's on the balcony, Romeo's gone clubbing
The third oldest profession is shovelling shit
Love routines with a Black & Decker
Me and my hoods
Now he hisses, spins and jumps
Father Maloney's Glass eye
I was watching as my father shovelled snow
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