Liverpool Poems
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GO TO WORK ON A BRAQUE!
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Youths disguised as stockbrokers
Sitting on the grass eating the Sacred Mushroom.
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Liverpool I love your hornyhanded tons of soil.
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PRAYER FROM A PAINTER TO ALL CAPITALISTS:
Open your wallets and repeat after me
`HELP YOURSELF!'
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There's one way of being sure of keeping fresh
LIFEBUOY helps you rise again on the 3rd day
after smelling something that smelt like other peoples' socks.
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Note for a definition of optimism:
A man trying the door of Yates Wine Lodge
At quarter past four in the afternoon.
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I have seen Pare UBU walking across Lime St
And Alfred Jarry cycling down Elliott Street.
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And I Saw DEATH in Upper Duke St
Cloak flapping black tall Batman collar
Striding tall shoulders down the hill past the Cathedral brown shoes slightly down at the heel
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Unfrocked Chinese mandarins holding lonely feasts in
Falkner Sq gardens to enjoy the snow.
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Prostitutes in the snow in Canning St like strange erotic
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poem by Adrian Henri
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