(Willcox). This is your five minute call five minutes ladies and gentlemen thank you. Where's my lunch?. Where's my fucking lunch?. Big big tears. By the bright blue sea.
(willcox). I can feel summer at last from the heat. In the red-brick city. The evening light pulls a veil of linen. Over the night time. Life's a gas.
As you sleep in our bed. In my arms I see. I dying man. You will always be. What you will be. Ready to take. Waiting to recieve. I'm the object in your life called wife.
(willcox). Baby, baby, baby, baby. 1, 2, 3. Oh never mind. Pr..pr..pr..pressing my heel of my shoes. Into your paintwork. Shattering determination. Brick thoughts crumble.
(willcox/sidelnyc). "do I improvise this?". "just be obscure. hello doctor..". "hello sweetie, how are you today, oh hello patient, how are you today?.....".
(willcox). I cannot sleep. The saint in me eludes me. This man is not what I think. He is a halo of thorns,. Spear in his side. Coaxing me to earth. A parachute eclipses the sun.