Lathe your power on me
turn and turn
wet and cold you ride
meanwhile the ginger's husband
is snug between the sheets
Grey days
out of the blue
a zebra crossing.
metal curls spiral down,
seven degrees
of everyday freedom
I'm not a man
because I don't get to
eat the steak.
it won't be long son
before the devil comes
knocking at our tvc14 door
A lost memory wakes the smell
of your overalls,
metal and grease.
the Barnsley Engineer
Garellis all the way home.
any one
for egg and chips?
The bits they started to wander,
concerns they spin
and the filings flew.
you've got a cheeky,
upon it
rolled your eye
The page turned so suddenly
a fictitious chapter began,
of UFOs and Alsatian dogs.
condoms in your pocket
dismay
confidence!
You have no confidence
she said,
don't bother to come back
he thinks.
all this you can't grasp
it's some geological period
in the rocks
at a time long gone
When no one answers the telephone
he suffers,
and the confident air
you see as lacking, well to me it
was quite disturbing
Stick with your fate you who
had no mind of her own.
is that what I found
in a tin somewhere?
bits and drills and rubber soles
A tragedy starts to unfold
a man who worked hard to keep
his family together,
let down in a working town.
not intentional
it was centrifugal force
man, myth and malice
Teen hormones
potent as steel.
the phone rings and rings
and no one is collecting.
the moor girl takes note
the one true malevolent.
you're an anvil, all the rest
just slivers of metal flying around
What is it you make
that makes us money
are we so ungrateful?
does anyone in that firm
remember you?
I'm not embarrassed, I'll watch
her now
Those fine delicate
adjustments, well
they're no longer needed.
just now those feet
rise and turn
