Liverpool Poems

I GO TO WORK ON A BRAQUE! 2 Youths disguised as stockbrokers Sitting on the grass eating the Sacred Mushroom. 3 Liverpool I love your horny­handed tons of soil. 4 PRAYER FROM A PAINTER TO ALL CAPITALISTS: Open your wallets and repeat after me `HELP YOURSELF!' 5 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. 6 Note for a definition of optimism: A man trying the door of Yates Wine Lodge At quarter past four in the afternoon. 7 I have seen Pare UBU walking across Lime St And Alfred Jarry cycling down Elliott Street. 8 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 9 Unfrocked Chinese mandarins holding lonely feasts in Falkner Sq gardens to enjoy the snow. 10 Prostitutes in the snow in Canning St like strange erotic snowmen And Marcel Proust in the Kardomah eating Madeleine butties dipped in tea. II Wyatt James Virgil and Morgan Earp with Doc Holliday Shooting it out with the Liver Birds at the Pier Head. 12 And a Polish gunman young beautiful dark glasses combatjacket/staggers down Little St Bride St blood dripping moaning clutches/collapses down a back jigger coughing/falls in a wilderness of Dazwhite washing