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The remarkable move
My cats look at me, wanting fresh tuna and not 'Nettos Home Beef and Jam in Jelly'.
The Pat on the Shallow Back
A cat screamed. I hoped for my little one. Knowing that he, my friend, Andy Williams and that last book I read didn't have a chance in hell of winning.
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.
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.
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
Captured/Dreams a Dream/Ready To Go
In our town/
Bloody Hell/ Babies
How can you /look in the eye of someone /anyone whom / you have have loved?
For Kate / Caravan / A Night in LA
We always bruised bones for the cause-/On the playpark/on the hills
From the Pen of Bob Young Mr Quinn/Seth/Time
I just happened/To fall in love/ A little quicker/A little longer/ A lot deeper
It was the biggest disaster/ in the world,some say/ I disagree/ and lucky for me