Bus terminals and ticket collections
Endless queues, recurring themes
Always make the same mistake
Again; again without doubt
The red light is aglow
Erogenous
All dreams head
This way it seems
A full-on brown sea
A fuller grey, grey sky
The horizon is lost in mist
Rain beats on the pavement
Today the pier is to be deserted
Crazy golf similarly so abandoned
It is a large room with grand windows
The ingrained tea tray is set with biscuits
I ruminate on the eleven plus examination
It was the high point of my educational life
Thereafter failure on an immense scale
Prior to self excused absconding
On a fairly regular basis
