Preston 1922
We all sat in naked
In the Tibor Tea Rooms
Eating scones and cream
Nobody cared as we were artists
And this poem was but a dream
Preston 1923
On the last tram
As you sleep
I search your bag
For your mourning energy
Sweet Sad Viola
Preston 1924
I caress the skin
Of these beautiful monuments
As I carve their history
In the shadow of The Great Church
Listening to the trains pass