.Short poem about an old run down house.

This is for you, woman.

Night life in the big city

This poem is about a certain someone that I like/admire. :)

Just thinking out loud.

Written as part of a project during the Larkin25 festival. Meaning it was 25 years since he died. I performed this on stage in front of real people, some of who were actually awake. Several times actually. Its about Hull, where Larking was the Librarian at the university, he died here and is buried here. In that order.