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The Poet With His Muse





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The city chokes and stumbles but remains a beautiful machine

I loiter drunk in alleyways but my life remains a beautiful problem

These the first lines of a beautiful confession

I'll burn my bridges when I come to them.....






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Contents.
 
Drinking in the Cafe Alibi.
 
autobiography
I don't like to be touched
Possible Worlds
Wasps
Inter-City
Kali 333
Being Black is Crap
Walking home from Suzy's house
Drinking in the Cafe Alibi
Oranges
Outdoor life
Myself I'm not Convinced
Reading the classics in the Afternoon
Gross indenecy
The Walkers
Yes
 
Whores Thieves and Tax-Collectors.
Thieves
Brixton Beatitudes
Ballads of sexual depenency
A Poet's reply to just criticism
Pretty little love poems
Psycho
Tramps
Washing the dead
Even under China
Yuki's dead








































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