[(align:"=><=")+(box:"======XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=========")[Brian walks,
And Brian breathes,
Brian smells,
And Brian sees,
A wind of fish from roaring seas,
Cos Brian's on his way to
[[work.->2nd Stanza]]]](align:"=><=")+(box:"======XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=========")[Bartholomew gave them Willow's Wharf,
And now I stock the shelves,
They're filled with tat like mugs,
The mugs have faces at the bottom,
And nobody buys them.
Nobody buys anything anymore,
But they still buy the fish,
The van comes to drop the fish and then they buy it,
I have to pack the fish into big boxes,
The man from the van is different every time and he takes the boxes I've packed the fish in and puts them in the van.
I get my pay in an envelope stamped with a [[cross.->3rd Stanza]]](align:"=><=")+(box:"======XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=========")[Sunday's are just for me,
Myself and she,
[[420]],
Me and Sam blaze all day while the bell
[[tolls.->5th Stanza]]](align:"=><=")+(box:"======XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=========")[Graham gets it large,
Heavy heads and bloody eyes,
Graham gets it large,
Smoking bush with Bible papers,
Graham gets it large,
Graham gets it large,
And outa town sorts large,
Graham flys me like a kite,
Cos Graham gets it large,
Push green on a pedal bike,
Graham gets it large,
Dreams won't come but now I'll sleep,
Graham gets it large,
Sam won't [[work->2nd Stanza]] because she sleeps,
And Graham gets it
[[large.->4th Stanza]]](align:"=><=")+(box:"======XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=========")[Short legs for a little man,
Shorter than my daughter, Sam,
Her mother left a while ago,
At Christmas time between the snow,
Where [[she->Mary]] went, I don't know.](align:"=><=")+(box:"======XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=========")[Demons speak Bartholomew,
A vulpine pit,
A supine pew,
Below [[grey clouds->Footballtown]] on Sunday morn,
Dullards mass,
For coats need shorn,
[[But I will sit here with my Sam,->420]]
We'll watch TV,
Eat Sunday lamb,
And think of all the dullards there,
Mouths agape at Parish Square.
Dullards just like [[Jen.->Jen]]](align:"=><=")+(box:"======XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=========")[Down around in football town,
The kids are making football sounds,
And from the window,
At my back,
The sunlight creeps from forest crack,
Between it all,
The sound and light,
A figure dark as sun is bright,
Lurks watching there,
In football town,
He hears the children,
He's smelled the ground,
Was I mistaken?
Was this a test?
Was it lurking there at northwest crest?
I'll never know,
For I'll never go,
To the northwest crest of football town.](align:"=><=")+(box:"======XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=========")[Art,
Shmart,
Mary never liked you,
And I don't like you now.
Big house,
Manor,
Spanner,
[[Mary]] told me never go,
And I never have.](align:"=><=")+(box:"======XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=========")[Shall I wait for you behind the wharf?
By the shore where the water meets the sand;
your ghostly form is fragrant;
your name is written in the jetsam;
and so I love you.
Draw me after you, let us swim.
The vision has brought me to the sea's bed.
Draw me after you, let us swim.
My vision of love is fading.]