I want to drive home some late afternoon
Son on a Winter's Night a Hitchhiker
Past sweating hay and the smell of horses
The sun rises, falls, the tides return
I would like to see women apron-doored
My love escaped and I was thin
Or a man hood with pigs
Like walking in fog and whistling
Musical chairs and Isobel kissed me!
Lie down where the grass is dead
Bananas and poetry
Slowly, gently, the train clanks through
Monopoly
If you die first, do me a favour
From plank to plank
In February, turning the ground, ready for potatoes
Camels and strange birds
Shake hands, cancel the vows, kiss and go
Somewhere on the other side of night
That's the thing with accessories
A wagon waits, a steaming horse
Sometimes a woman is a prayer
An optimistic little story
Her handbag
The wind, the prison walls, the lights
And I have been acquainted with the dark
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