In later life I retired from poet
ploughed the profits
into a family restaurant
in the town of Holzminden, in lowe
It was small and traditional:

We hunted, swept the planet pole t
to capture a glimpse of that rare
Through a thermal lens we spotted
picked up the trail of nuggety fae
then tagged the shiniest beast in

I am very bothered when I think
of the bad things I have done in m
Not least that time in the chemist
when I held a pair of scissors by
and played the handles

The future was a beautiful place,
Remember the full-blown balsa-wood
on public display in the Civic Ha
The ring-bound sketches, artists’
blueprints of smoked glass and tub

Here on the Hard, you’re welcome
there’s a flat fee of a quid for p
And wandering over the dunes, who
for the view: an endless estate of
kept out of the bay by the dam-wal

“Which of these films was Dirk Bo
not in? One hundredweight of bauxi
makes how much aluminium?
how many tales in ‘The Decameron’
General Studies, the upper sixth,

And if it snowed and snow covered
he took a spade and tossed it to o
And always tucked his daughter up
And slippered her the one time tha
And every week he tipped up half h

It begins as a house, an end terra
in this case
but it will not stop there. Soon i
an avenue
which cambers arrogantly past the

Of all the public places, dear
to make a scene, I’ve chosen here.
Of all the doorways in the world
to choose to sleep, I’ve chosen yo
I’m on the street, under the stars

I have not bummed across America
with only a dollar to spare, one p
of busted Levi’s and a bowie knife
I have lived with thieves in Manc
I have not padded through the Taj