A Room for Romeo Smith
GLOVE
He never goes up West
HOW IT WORKS
It's complicated, but basically, Lycra underpants
BOILING
I have been cold, but never this cold
TIN
Purple Icebergs
PICNIC IN MERTHYR
A Week in December
BOOK OF SILENCE
Why I have to love you
From what I remember, he had big ears
RIVER
The myths are swept away by an avalanche of truth
... and the waters will rise
It doesn't hurt much
It doesn't translate very well
Standing with the fat boy, waiting to be picked
AND THEN THE BED COLLAPSED
Pink Vaseline
I have never been ill
PARTLY DYING
Swollen hands, plump, wormy fingers
Two thousand men
OK, OK...
For entertainment we talk about our lovers
SAY SOMETHING IN LATIN
A Cafe called "Writers"
After you left I couldn't wash the sheets
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