The Aston RosesWeep in memory Of our family farm Which was once aliveBut now no longer breathes

Sharp Suits Smart Ties Polyester Dresses Brightly Coloured Painted Ladies High Heels On Linoleum Floors Cigarettes After Sex So Many Cigarettes Formica Tables Much Damaged In Neon Caves

October Month in decay Heavy and damp Summer memories Fast fading November Stormy winds Inhibit colour Short grey days Brittle January Frozen wastes Little has survived Icy winds punish Hope Martin Mill 1939

March Rural awakening Fish in streams Infant creatures A softness returns May Milk towards trains Breathing fields Horses grazing Green into Blue July Nothing moves in the heat Meadows scorch Rivers reduce Everything sleeps Martin Mill 1939

A tradesman Was beating His horse

There is a hollow Within a tree Whispered message A monk Watches me Passively

Enjoying a cigarette In an alley Shabby and wet You green coat is stained By the dust of dry walls

I can see you on the opposite pier Dressed in your shamrock green coat The ferry has completed over half of its journey You are glowing bright on this dull autumn day

Cinema Silence Love

Deserted Station Warm Night Passing Train