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Right, team, today we've got a nasty one Forensics are still picking up the pieces From Silver Street to Market Square. Someone do a house to house And dig me up some witnesses - We need someone that was there. Hopefully we can get this wrapped up by dinner, If we're quick. We have the murder weapon; She gave him "Short Shrift" and he wrote it down in tears. How do we know our killer was a woman, sir? It normally is with this type of crime, I've seen it more than a few times before, on the force for all these years. Any DNA or fingerprints, sir, to wrap the job up faster? Just one hard piece of useful evidence, we found Although

I Sealed in Leviathan's belly He howl's consistent Brick-face snarling at the dark I could be in space I long for our antecedents' Clock-visaged, fuming Behemoth Hissing his purpose to worried livestock. Dressed in waistcoat and smoking jacket Some past self enjoys His journey to Brighton pier. Present in this cattle truck I chew my bacon sandwich And drink my warming beer. II Ladies and Gentlemen My past, present, some Part of my future For one weekend By popular demand I return. See me drive through streets I once held in my chest Like lost lovers by whom I was caressed and welcomed, And always thought would be the

In this wall still drying immanent and rendered Grey like moon's surface, except... I push my thumb A dimple, crater slowly, I savour this small action Small, you see no evidence smooth pink plaster hiding a significant fossil.

I One night of passion Your stomach                      Your lips Hair       Smell Taste        Touch You occupy my senses Gone, ours a memory Fingers           Interlocking No end I wish I occupy You      Me We     Taste Touch II Forgiveness, know not what I do My friend               My one time lover My all, My everything Usurper and User Cast me into the wasteland                                            Hiroshima! Destroy everything with one night's energy My black rain damages you                                           I hope But I am fearful of your destruction And contain righteous fury.

At school one time, we had a test. More a series of instructions. At the end we were told to ignore everything that had gone before. It doesn't really matter now, but it will later. Today I walked through town to the place where everybody goes at some point, and nobody particularly wants to be. Every place has something like it; a street with three, intermittently 4 or 5 lanes of cars like rows of American ants, taken in by tobacco commercials. The squat, square buildings are taller than normal buildings, and none of them serve even a similar purpose. Kwik-fit, Comet, Pub, Office Block due for demolition 3 years ago. Walking down it just for

Make sense of senses Two-horned compass You fuck mythically But miss your son O, labyrinthine! Followed by havoc Nature permits only Strength of Heracles, acquiescence Blunder through Cretan streets Regret you nothing?

When you give up smoking, the first three days are the hardest. That's what everybody tells you. "If you can last three days," they say, "then you can give up forever." I'm thinking, that's a lot like when you end a relationship. * * * The last time this happened to me, I took most of half a Sunday clutching myself in agony. Not really, I mean this in a metaphorical sense, I mean. "Why does this have to happen?" I ask, but whoever I'm asking stopped listening a while ago. * * * I'm not a weak person, but cigarettes are a difficult thing to cut out of your life. You're putting on weight and you develop a sort of talisman. My lungs are heal

Sleep Approaches peace for an hour or four I cannot live here anymore Drink me away six pints and more Waiting 'til my body hits the floor Save me, lord from monotony I only wish I could be free Carry me up Or cast me down Better by far that you let me drown I don't want strength To live to the future I never wanted to endure And in the morning If I awake Chip away more of my faith Sleep approches I cannot live here anymore I hope and pray, my spirit soars

Tonight I Dream Dead People Return to me Facial expression smiles contentment Questions Answers       Unspoken Will you? To me? Bear thy heavy wounds with levity My strong shoulders are breaking scars no longer concern them Why me? oh me. Tonight I dream I find that that's lost It is illusitory gone tomorrow have a heart free of stigmata allow me my finger's through your palms Doubting tom Not funny Mocking bird I am caged release me please let me Think not of us I want to Forget the life Decomposition Composition Automaton Malfunction Oh how the mighty have fallen I am weak Let me up Shining tower of Bab