I <br /> <br />GO TO WORK ON A BRAQUE! <br /> <br />2 <br /> <br />Youths disguised as stockbrokers <br />Sitting on the grass eating the Sacred Mushroom. <br /> <br />3 <br /> <br />Liverpool I love your hornyhanded tons of soil. <br /> <br />4 <br /> <br />PRAYER FROM A PAINTER TO ALL CAPITALISTS: <br />Open your wallets and repeat after me <br />`HELP YOURSELF!' <br /> <br />5 <br /> <br />There's one way of being sure of keeping fresh <br />LIFEBUOY helps you rise again on the 3rd day <br />after smelling something that smelt like other peoples' socks. <br /> <br />6 <br /> <br />Note for a definition of optimism: <br />A man trying the door of Yates Wine Lodge <br />At quarter past four in the afternoon. <br /> <br />7 <br /> <br />I have seen Pare UBU walking across Lime St <br />And Alfred Jarry cycling down Elliott Street. <br /> <br />8 <br /> <br />And I Saw DEATH in Upper Duke St <br />Cloak flapping black tall Batman collar <br />Striding tall shoulders down the hill past the Cathedral brown shoes slightly down at the heel <br /> <br />9 <br /> <br />Unfrocked Chinese mandarins holding lonely feasts in <br />Falkner Sq gardens to enjoy the snow. <br /> <br />10 <br /> <br />Prostitutes in the snow in Canning St like strange erotic <br />snowmen <br />And Marcel Proust in the Kardomah eating Madeleine <br />butties dipped in tea. <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />Wyatt James Virgil and Morgan Earp with Doc Holliday <br />Shooting it out with the Liver Birds at the Pier Head. <br /> <br />12 <br /> <br />And a Polish gunman young beautiful dark glasses <br />combatjacket/staggers down Little St Bride St blood <br />dripping moaning clutches/collapses down a back jigger <br />coughing/falls in a wilderness of Dazwhite washing<br /><br />Adrian Henri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/liverpool-poems/
