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Nothing came
The rays in the sun that day
And isn't full of surprises
You you could steal in
Pop over the wall in the of the night
Climb out of those heavy and clothes
And into that cool
You're not even dipping toe
I this bed too big now
It's like those you see on the way to work
in an endless queue of traffic
Each one in their own car
Half of them coming the same place
Going to the same
nowhere
They could quarter the amount of by sharing a lift
Go on the bus, out all the cars
I should rid myself of bed, get myself a cardboard box
No of space
No force of empty wasted space for your body to create it's in
I miss your
back, how are you?
What are you up to? getting on
off

Eighteen months ago they in here
The scrap dealer to one side
And divorced violinist to the
Each morning we'd to the same chorus
Of cookers and fridges being dragged on their sides across the
by ravel's bolero
At first this was the best sound we'd heard

Hammer a six inch nail my right ear
a red hot poker up my nose
Make me walk on hot and broken glass
Gouge out my eyes a cocktail stick
Rip my off
The pain would be so much easier than doing to me at all

It was dream again, when I was on the table
There was bright lights, and laurence olivier out of 'the marathon man' down at me
As they unbuttoned my coat and unravelled my
And the shirt and the vest
And "did something die in here? "

So, whose bed you been sleeping in
poncey arsehole I'll bet
I can see you
And it hurts
God, I to buy you bagels and cream cheese for breakfast
Run down the corner shop without my undies or on
Make some fresh coffee, hop back your warm bed
And those chats I miss so much
Another coffee?
going to the pub later
God, good to see you
You always me up