BROWN & GOLD:

Two fists,
Two bags of fabulous things,
Shuffles up the alley,
Glances with a pained expression,
If that’s not strong enough I can put another shot in it

(K)

BOGOTA STREET POEM:

So many people,
So many meetings,
You think I’m a flake,
I’m working

(K)

SANCTUARY:

It was a good day,
An illustration of a fairytale,
A room in a hotel,
Dubious message implying what?

(K)

CIRCLE DITCH:

Dickensian man,
Blacked out window car,
Tortured soul makes the news,
A distraction from the repetition,
Windblown cappuccino man stumbles through the door,
“We’ve got the ‘A’ team on today!”
He says

(K)

PADDED STICK:

Your fast animal instinct,
Takes every opportunity that comes,
A face,
A cheese plant recollection of the 1970’s

(K)

KEEPING IT SIMPLE:

A houseful of noise,
A cat that looks at me like I’m mad,
Morning,
And opinions

(K)

THE HOLLIES:

In the car park,
Where you call me,
There are no other cars,
Only rain,
Me,
And my surrealist poet,
Just the way I like it,
The two of us sat alone on the roof

(K)

THREE STEPS TO HEAVEN:

Do I like raisins?,
No,
I want dialogue,
But not with dried fruit

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FAITHFUL:

Here come that wind again,
Through a secret door in a bookcase,
In a secret underground location,
In the city of dreams

(K)

THE MAN THAT MAKES ME LOOK GOOD:

Nobody offers me tea,
Nobody offers me anything,
Click,
Click,
Click,
A hard floor for heels,
A fake Northern Soul with Pink upholstery

(K)