Too many holidays. Let's go to

Blackpool instead

A citadel, a red crescent, a wing

When oh when - tell me the fighting ends soon

Words weaving pictures

Wonderful windows on the world

Drink the water   Ride the 192

Round we go again, with these selections

Florid foreskins, tea-stained, tobacco

stained perhaps?

As the knife slides into diva flesh

Prin...

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Trailing long shadows ache and dissolve,

I just want to live in the womb warm flames of flesh

Nineteen year old poet in the waiting room

Trains turn up, like ideas, with no sense of

Past, present or future

Hidden deep in the ocean bottom, to 

Wait for another time, a better world.

The love train arrived as he gazed

At her tight behind

A massive attack of d...

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