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