| I smell
her, they say it is cheap, I smell Tweed |
| Because you didn't go. It's
because you never left. |
| Come lie to me and be my love |
| After a hammering of
light |
| Everyone suddenly burst out
singing |
| Handymen and Dustmen's Mates |
| His staring glass eye |
| Colander, sieve |
| A banana |
| Fuck off back to where you
came from |
| A Week in December |
| A face, and in her eyes, stars |
| How she sews. |
| Before she was a virgin |
| Dear Brother : |
| I am able to give you certain
advantages now. |
| He has been walking a long
time |
| Families, Tribes, Nations |
| Deep, far off, in the
strangest pits |
| At least I'm not a fish |
| Choosing Between Grey and Puce |
| Hello, my babies |
| Cross my palm with SILVER |
| Black, Blacker, Blackest |
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