Tuesday, 6 January 2009

New Year's Assart


The other half of england
I shall return to hazel
the van travel hath wearied me so sore
riding between pine I went

with the girl next door.
She is popular into the face
on which I shine.
Move along it's somebody's place
like faces
there's plenty of room in a van.
But I am a clubber I
want to dance

& into the face of a man.

1 comment:

The Editors said...

These are fine fine poems, really liking them. What was the last line from the last one you read at the Blue bus?

was it:

in the terrible Assarts.

cause that was really good.