Watch them speak in thunderclaps. No one more or much as Jack. It's a knock 'em dead show: Pipes and joints, greased hinge and bone. One more for the slaughterhouse.
Sheena is a champion of self-reliance. As soon as she needs it she knows just where the knife is. Her fingers aren't so fast anymore. It's been 29 years since she came to these shores.
She's a special girl you know,. The kind I'd hope to see,. Hanging on a wall,. Watching me cross the street.. I wonder how long it will be before I'm sick of her,.
I press your hand in mine however cautiously, I keep a smile right to myself. And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding obsession. And I get sick as I watch my interests fall into suspension.
Doctor put your gloves on. They may protect you from the stains. And button your coat right to the top. Tip from the jar the brain.. . Your good woman is sat down, crying, on the stair..
Today I found a baby's glove. Lying on the drainage board so still. Yesterday a leather glove from the slim hand of a woman.. The next time I saw one it was lying half frozen and twisted on the kerb...
Butcher the paper with a ravenous pen, Carving out trees and scoring skin. Animals too placed in plastic cages, carted around these filthy pages. I will draw Japan.
Count. Yeah I count in fives.. I do it every time.. And If another number confronts me. I will cut you in half.. . Irrespective of the subject. I will make it apply,.
Outside a Train roars, the clatter is deafening. Louder than everything, drowns what you were saying. And the Boys get on the back of that train. Their clamor is deafening, It is louder than everything.