thinking of the himalayas
	you good and almost faithful servant
	i could have been dylan, bob
	pairs of light in procession
	waiting in line
	urine
	untitled1
	paranoia at the jazz cafe
	this is not a defence of incest *
	tell him that, but no-one this
	somewhere never before seen revisited
	she took her voodoo and her gods
	all the pretty pretty chickens
	bury the fire extinguishers *
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	the near death of richard z
	wash my hair with grass and sparrows
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	voodoo number 2

	voodoo number 1	top bottom up down
	submission *
	katrina and jane at the airport
	one eye closed - the other not open
	fracture
	imagination laceration
	chinese horoscope
	the wisdom of the east
	7 fake haikus
	miss delhi
	triad+1
	WAAAAAH!!!
	images of i-er
	for britt-marie i*********n *
	the birth of a tumour
	what
	get used to it
	an approximate return
	germany
	wednesday august 31st 2000 9.05pm
	sweden
	england
	wales

	automatic pilot	top bottom up down
	i think this d h lawrence stuff is over-rated said the snail with its dying breath *
	he sat up, begged, got a slapped nose *
	leaving traces of rubber and the sound of wires
	god leaked and you got wet
	hide in a corner until she passes
	2 coughs and a fart didn't wake you ms r
	rehearsal
	don't trust the dust
	and no flying pigs either
	i don't care about baudelaire
	a pre meditated absence of water
	the way we whirr
	look you can see my onion bhaji
	him waiting the coffee percolating
	and their shards would pierce soft flesh
	sadie the flirt fools the pathetic cock ruled peacock male
	all caught up in a comet's tail
	sadie the flirt emasculates him again *
	ms brownlow
	skeldon *
	ms greer
	all this doesn't mean i'm a bad person *

	a kind of exorcism *	top bottom up down
	no rest in budapest
	3 poems about an aquarium
	is old too old to hold or what? *
	taste the salt *
	a walk in the country that turned out to be nothing like the one wordsworth took ( the one about the daffodils)
	now there's nothing to stop the cows escaping (what if they see a handbag? revolution)
	he's a martyr to his schemata
	oh shall i fetch it for you?
	if i were you i'd dump him ms r
	like an animal *
	i felt somehow drawn to you
	sailor sailing lonely and scared *
	he can yodel too
	car doors whores and spores monday 4th september 10.05pm - 10.25pm
	insect airlines - we never run out of fuel

	a satisfying hour in a municipal ornamental garden
	words preserved returned burned	top bottom up down
	you could give me absolution with a touch - my head would break the blue (a kind of prayer)
	well i went back to look twice and each time it was a fox fierce and mad so mad i ran (transcendance)
	the fish gather here to stare up through the wire
	he arrives home from being out and awaits an invitation
	oh i suppose so yes from the train you can see
	it became difficult to walk and i could see thighs in the sky (saturday 21. october 2000 5pm - 5.25pm

	it's no wonder the squirrels moved out
	a minimalist description of existence
	thinking of december 24th on october 15th 2000
	cromwell road 14.10. 2000 2am
	if you're watching you will know
	oh a change of perspective unexpectedly
	walking walking to nothing always
	krishna krishna hare ha ha
	sap

	gregory kept a secret even though his mouth was open	top bottom up down
	it's like there's a door or something (locked)
	Saturday 25th November 2000 2.35pm
	well it's alright for grimm he's dead (he left me this)
	12 or 00.00 there you are somewhere in the dark
	oh i see...no security
	adam and eve 2000 (no garden no serpent)
	a big animal chewed my head
	siobhan's bloated breasts
	well it was an insight of a kind...a kind of prosaic revelation
	oh oh it's a rhythm...a kind of message

	cliches about sand are not helpful (a prayer)
	significance for a witch maybe
	a shopping cart
	this is what happens to her sometimes
	i know that death is coming

	sometimes it puts me off my dinner
	through the cracks in unreality
	only the black square of the window
	december 24th 2000 12.10 pm *
	yes and they drink from that mean stream
	oh it's about male ego
	an outburst of remorse after the abuse of a divine vegetable (a kind of fable) *
	a room illuminated empty
	silence in the night then everything's alright (clean socks tomorrow) *
	day is done -no need to run though

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	14.01.01 3am - 7.30am
	the symbolism of locks
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	and their shards would pierce soft flesh	top bottom up down
	a coincidence of bone and light approaching
	who owns the small stones...
	and fish wear dark glasses...
	waiting as the bird waits (for permission)
	excuse me are those nipples growing out of the wall?
	when the last dormouse has been flung from the last high window
	an ammonite is not a member of a biblical tribe
	lisa aint it time you wrote to joanna again you know how she loves long letters (no dont email her)
	like a tattoo (temporary)
	no only feathers and exhalations
	yes & small green fish around your fiery head
	yes the kitchen is dirty but the light is clean
	under milk wood on the radio when he should have been asleep
	1958 approximately (under milk wood on the radio part 2)

The poems marked * contain material unsuitable for children

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