Neil Turton

I dream of occasional fanzine mentions  I've been to one too many David Lynch Conventions  I play postal chess with a man who doesn't know me  I've got a better frown than Tony Iommi  And I've got a 4AD3DCD A 4AD3DCD

K is for the kissing of the badge How ridiculous that looks 6 months later when they're at another club

She's the main man in the office in the city I remember though when she was reading Jackie But I can put a tennis racket up against my face And pretend that I am Kendo Nagasaki

The halcyonic dynamo that lit up my childhood Made me feel secure on the roads in winter But the nauseating bashfulness of early Diana  Makes me want to set fire to commemorative tea towels

A mistake has been made It's a fact they can't hide Though I'm partly to blame, it cannot be denied There ain't no use defending It seems I've been tending The wrong grave for 23 years

The teenager awoke at mid day. He walked into the back garden. Everything was peaceful except for the complaining note of the woodcrest dying in the leafy thickness. He walked up to the patio chair where his father sat. "Father?" "Yes son?" "I want to borrow your golf clubs."