Red Ring
Her I come to view a voiceless ghost
Tick-Tock
The enduring fascination of the difficult
I have met them each at close of day
Turning and turning and turning
Half-Term Activities in Milton-Keynes
We rested on a gate
Violence after violence,; violence upon violence.
Lake Geneva
Softly, on the evening, I hear a woman singing
There are days when life roars at us
And I was filled with such delight
It was a short war, and fairly neat
Piquante
You and I, and the evening lying down before us
When the boys come back
There will be time, there’s always time unless it doesn’t matter
Tinkle
Fuck April. It is crueller to be alone in August
Death has undone us.
Spade
A hairdresser called Phoebe
Grenade
I was walking along the Kennet, hoping
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