The Great Fire

Cubs make fires on the edge of the golf course

But there’s more of them than us now

And they have come to settle scores

So there’s bound to be altercations

On the B-road where they don’t fly the union flag

Back to the seaside, the dream

About 6pm

The North Pier

The lead stare

The deep dead laughter of the yellow stars

Rapturous waves

Rapturous waves

This tram is for Stargate

Next stop Uncle Toms Cabin

With the bloody nuts

And the dark forces and girls

Is 15 milligrams

A way to a dream you can never touch?

Lips like a Zeppelin

Sticky brown Chinese, coke and a dummy

Metal detector

Blue skies

Joyous waves

Alcoholism disguised with a balloon or two

On Preston station

The rust on our palms

Greenbelt, pleasant land

Fills the smoky room

With the headlamp fairy lights

Suit clad purple tinsel

Karaoke knave Tuesday night

At Tiffanys

Six cocktails nursed

A million ways back to the sea