the street is jumping & I'm desperate
I'm going all out with constant noise
Hole in her stocking and she keeps on rocking
I'm in the shop looking in the old cages,
steel pen behind the ear, I'm flattening
out an old, crumpled newspaper, kneeling on it.
Phoebe with younger sister Cora
eve of world tour
lady with "Gib", an anaconda
I don't like things too fast.
No it's stopping again, like the drink.
Early afternoon sherbet
to summer and the pines
gael maisie and the rat
It was that pissed-off look in the lane:
no-one was good enough.
It was a secret message,
it made you good enough for me.
But you could have had mine.
And there was the
big floppy book, E-K.
I tried to look up someone
but this bird has flown
as I roast in my sunset