The is a nonce in the village
The is a light on
A red light
Carry on
Mr Williams drowned in the news
Condom splutter
Mainframe
Was not my game
London John was not from London
He was Welsh.
poem by James Clive
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Car Boot
They sleep in twos and eights
With hopes and expectations
Pornographic dreams of cleanliness
Car boot
Tip tap little star
I hope that you are not thirsty
My vision has evaporated
Car boot
The giants house is burning
Smoke invades the eyes
Goodnight my dear cretin
Car boot
poem by James Clive
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