Boiled ham skies for a man in a

demob suit reflected in glass

 

Heart founded in tragic stories, a river

of endless tears

 

Arriving at Bradford Interchange the

Martian General remembered he had

not bought toilet supplies

 

Walk the walk right at the door

I am travelling the wrong way

on the escalator

ascending to the dark side of the moon

 

IS THAT OUR DEPOSED PRIME

MINISTER, OR IS IT A MARTIAN?

 

The days are all too much in this square root

of loneliness

 

Plasticine girl – could be shaped into

Anything she would wish

 

Happy dogs and Martians at the night club

Missing the last bus back from Bradford

eating too much ice cream

 

ONE REFLECTION OVERLAPPING THE OTHER

IF SOMEONE ACTS CRAZY I KNOW NOT TO LOOK

HELLO DARLING I KNOW YOU WANT TO…