I can't believe you've listed everything I stole since we met But I stole no kisses Just some books And the odd cigarette

I defy you all To know twice as much as nothing at all It's still nothing at all.

In the morning theres a buzz of flies Between the pillows and the skies that break into your eyes Through the looking glass and inbetween your thighs It's real…

If you're looking for a cheap sort Glint with perspiration There's a five mile queue Outside the disused powerstation

I saw thee in a vision of the night Transfigured; for it seemed that on thy brows The heavens did rest with all their stars, like boughs Laden with blossoms; r…

If I had thought thou couldst have died, I might not weep for thee; But I forgot, when by thy side, That thou couldst mortal be.

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.