I do not know if the world has lied. I have lied
Like an empty telephone box passed at night
I have a tin of cancer
Bunker
Let them eat toilet-cakes
The hat-check girl has syphillis
My grandfather loved tobacco and little girls
Alcopops
I wanted to thank you but can't remember why
Find somewhere safe
We are wrapped together, on this ledge, two sad Americans
Listen to very old men
Radio 999and9
A remembrance of Insects
Goodbye, dope, sex, dreams
A buttercup beneath the chin
Tomorrow I will invent a new trick
Thomas has bought the farm
The Chinese Poet's Wishes
A Burning House
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