From the Pen of Bob Young
I just happened/To fall in love/ A little quicker/A little longer/ A lot deeper
THE LAST NIGHT BEFORE WE FLEW TOGHETHER
I turned off the TV. The radio was better. Nights like these needed the radio. I dressed for bed, another drink and fag.
Captured/Dreams a Dream/Ready To Go
In our town/
Mr Quinn/Seth/Time
It was the biggest disaster/ in the world,some say/ I disagree/ and lucky for me
The remarkable move
My cats look at me, wanting fresh tuna and not 'Nettos Home Beef and Jam in Jelly'.
Tonight we become/It's the only way to be played/1970
She wanted the baby of her dreams
ones looks
and number twos charm
and last,
as always, me.
Reading the worst book ever on Sunday of all days & other poems
The night/ Itself was little more than a warm-up -/ I drank/ They laughed/ I drank/ They kept up/ I drank/ The last few just smiled
For Kate / Caravan / A Night in LA
We always bruised bones for the cause-/On the playpark/on the hills