Clatter of trams on their tracks
disturbed puddles of depressed sky...

You are a brewing cup of coffee
on my breakfast table...

Six dreary years have expanded calluses
on his young fingers. He likes to feel...

My doting couplet, you resemble
a pair of hypodermic syringe...

Every night you pocket my sleep
as a thieving magpie...

I told a matchbox,
"You look so aged today.&quot...

[A tribute to the philosophy and idea behind...
You teach us in an open air classroom...

I wish to see a sharp edged knife penetrate
soft tissues around your shoulder, dear lady...

[ Against all terrorism, bomb blasts across the...
A pair of crutches lay on the pavement...

One homeless brown mongrel
scratching his mangy skin...

Some repeated words
DO, DON'T, FOLLOW...

In his spare time, Future leafed through
photocopies of dead chapters...