Girl in the Bleachers
She used to adore me in the days of short recess
The lean, made-up face, wonderful, beautiful, godlike
But last night after I entered that packed, old football stadium
I saw her flirting behind bleachers of familiar faces
And when she came into my range I took careful note
And when I prepared a conversation
Well-thought up and full of her destinies
She simply turned away as if she had never met me before.
Scroll on, Jack
Scroll on, Jack, roll out the roll,
That stretches down old midnight road,
The Sea Is My Sister
The sea is my sister
Perth saint is my brother
Brothers are uncles
Uncles and nuncles
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