The Book:

Having been snorting candifloss
and taking toffee apples by eye-droppings

This was all he had left to say:

It's not ticking
like a schmuck
no toc and no tuc
you might say:

Everyday Elvis:

"He's my everyday elvis
from down boroughbridge
He worked in a chip shop
and lived in a fridge
 I didn't like to look at him
until I'd had supper
You need a full belly on
Tallahassie Ridge"

So let the chips fly high
let the chips fly low
Let the daddies and the
Pickles, all in a row -

Stop all the clocks
and read from the book:

" Hey Elvis!
 your chocolate village -
it's fucked"

this is no place for ideas

Alicia or the next

the skates on the park and the disappearence of your name,
they spell Malice. A-rythmic tic a-rythmic toc, leprosy within
the cot; I will think of this, if you will not...
Indescipherable, i would take a knife for you - able
and if you needed me to I would end my life for you, Alice.