The Music of Vagrants
What shiftless creatures they are
Taking little pride in their hygiene or appearance
I often meet them on lonely roads
And swap sweet grasshoppers
In the golden green rain
Corrupted Maidenhead Idle Coventry
I often look at the skies above this woeful town
Which change constantly but never change
Only the spire of the main church gives me hope
But even she is now hidden urban and disguised
Corrupted Maidenhead Idle Coventry
I knew her as a girl fresh in the Berkshire fields
But over time she was corrupted without protest
By the festering men diseased and unclean
And now she lies dying on her damp whore bed
Pigeon Strike Hungerford
The pigeon is now in Taunton Exeter and Penzance
A wit was heard to say as he alighted from my train
Although there were many feathers on the damp platform
I could not find the remains of the bird
So I contented myself with the discovery of an engineer’s glove
Which lay stranded near where it had been previously lost
2018