No one gets their milk
Delivered anymore
Supermarketisation
Has stunted the trade
Of the door to door *****
The randy Unigate agent
Has gone into the west
Bored housewife action
Beyond the behest
In 1978
27.8%
Of all kids born
Were the illegitimate children
Of a Milko
With the horn.

Kneeling at your headstone
Where nature stopped mourning
The grass has grown tall here and
Your silence strong.
I know you’re free from the body
And the sins of our fathers
Chiseled on dry bones
But my flesh begs for your return
I dreamed you are sleeping
A polarized bad dream
Where I have to let go
But  I’ll just wake you now
I’ll give you my breath
To breath in
To open your eyes
I’ll give you my all
For the chance to stand near you
And shed tears of forgiveness
But I don’t want you to fall.
You will always be safe here
Safe in this song
May you live In this poem
As the shadows grow long.

When you pick things up
But then you put them back down
You've got to weigh them
In a way that
Gives you the right somehow
To be the architect
Of your dreams
To do it without care
Also yer own downfall
To roll round
In the ***** laying there.

I encourage you
On your own recognacence
To go crazy
And demand
Commen sense
Greasy movements
Shady oilments
And all that goes there
Availablement
Is the ****
Of what that goes there
So it's not hard
Exactly
What you put there.

What do you call
A fat clarinet?
A Tuba.

Harvey Kietel
Put in one hell of a shift
In Ridley Scott's debut
Before the Alien exist
The genius of the piece
Is the juxtaposition
Of Harvey's
Angry
Unrelenting
Unshakable
Narckiness
Against
Karradines
Weary
Resignation
The more it goes
The funnier it gets.

Before I met my wife
I was incomplete
Now I'm finished.