Those long uneven lines
Standing as patiently
As if they were stretched outside
The Oval or Villa Park,
The crowns of hats, the sun

Marrying left yor maiden name disu
Its five light sounds no longer me
Your voice, and all your variants
For since you were so thankfully c
By law with someone else, you cann

Why should I let the toad work
Squat on my life?
Can’t I use my wit as a pitchfork
And drive the brute off?
Six days of the week it soils

Love again: wanking at ten past th
(Surely he’s taken her home by now
The bedroom hot as a bakery,
The drink gone dead, without showi
To meet tomorrow, and afterwards,

Come To Sunny Prestatyn
Laughed the girl on the poster,
Kneeling up on the sand
In tautened white satin.
Behind her, a hunk of coast, a

Those long uneven lines
Standing as patiently
As if they were stretched outside
The Oval or Villa Park,
The crowns of hats, the sun

My age fallen away like white swad
Floats in the middle distance, bec
An inhabited cloud. I bend closer
A lighted tenement scuttling with
O you tall game I tired myself wi

Morning, a glass door, flashes
Gold names off the new city,
Whose white shelves and domes trav
The slow sky all day.
I land to stay here;

There is an evening coming in
Across the fields, one never seen
That lights no lamps.
Silken it seems at a distance, yet
When it is drawn up over the knees

Quarterly, is it, money reproaches
‘Why do you let me lie here wastef
I am all you never had of goods an
You could get them still by writin
So I look at others, what they do