Edge Lane at Midnight -

29th December 1992

Edge Lane wears in the midnight hour

All streetlights and taxis, buses that whizz past

The puddle on the corner is more like a pond

An urban artery of chaos

Yesterday - February 1993

Yesterday I got thrown off a train

It wasn’t very nice

Yesterday I played with Sam

He bit me

Yesterday I went into the bathroom

I trapped my finger in the door

Yesterday my guitar strings snapped

Ho hum

Big brother, little brother -

July 1994

Tears as the frisbee’s owner suddenly changes hands

The pain and pleasure of belonging on the grass of the sacred parkland

Running the race to save your face

Tears come again, another loss

Big brother, little brother, somehow, I can’t win

Joe - April 1993

Once upon a time, there was a man called Joe

He lived in a garden

He cared for it every day

One day, there was a huge forest fire in Nebraska which was so fierce it burned up the whole world

Joe died

Bogeys - September 1994

Crunchy and green, like barnacles rooted into your nose

Waiting to be plucked in those hours of boredom.

They like to find hiding places at the back of the nasal passage

Hoping that the finger of the picker will not see, lest they become free.

Sometimes they like to go for a swim,

Then they turn from being bogeys into snot.

The handkerchief becomes a safety net for them.

Finally, they are very good to roll.