Sixteenth Century Postman
I will lay ye below the cobblestones
Where I have placed all our love letters
Future generations will find your bones
But they will not find me
Keeble Street
Join me at the bar
For a jar
Which will not mar
The day so far
Margaret Topless
Write drivel on my breasts
Margaret said to me
As I wish to exhibit your writings
For all the world to see
Jack 9-2-5
ic
masturbating nuns
and
fornicating policemen
from the train window
each day
this dismays me
as i once loved croydon
Herbert & Alice
Herbert and Alice
Bore no malice
Towards the palace
Until they met Dallas
Magenta Fuchsia
Two friends
One English
One American
Met each other
At the bus station
In the
City of the Caesar’s
They kissed and hugged
Three times
I thought their passion
To be sapphic
And considered
Their journey from Capri
Capri
You run
Into the sea
Wearing a black hat and stiletto’s
And nothing else
I will join you soon
In your drunken recreation
But for the present
I am awaiting
The African Bishop