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My favourite by Adrian Henri.

Mrs Albion, You’ve Got a Lovely Daughter
(for Allen Ginsberg)

Albion’s most lovely daughter sat on the banks of the Mersey
dangling her landing stage in the water.

The daughters of Albion
arriving by underground at Central Station
eating hot ecclescakes at the Pierhead
writing « Billy Blake is Fab » on a wall in Mathew Street

taking off their navyblue schooldrawers and
putting on nylon panties ready for the night

The daughters of Albion
see the moonlight beating down on them in Bebington
throw away their chewinggum ready for the goodnight kiss
sleep in the dinnertime sunlight with old men
looking up their skirts in St Johns Gardens
comb their darkblonde hair in suburban bedrooms
powder their delicate little nipples/wondering if tonight will
be the night
their bodies pressed into dresses or sweaters
lavender at The Cavern or pink at The Sink

The daughters of Albion wondering how to explain why they
didn’t go home

The daughters of Albion
taking the dawn ferry to tomorrow
worrying about what happened
worrying about what hasn’t happened
lacing up blue sneakers over brown ankles
fastening up brown stockings to blue suspenderbelts

Beautiful boys with bright red guitars
in the spaces between the stars  

Reelin’ an’ a-rockin’
Wishin’ an’ a-hopin’
Kissin’ an’ a-prayin’
Lovin’ an’ a-layin’

Mrs Albion, you’ve got a lovely daughter.

I Want to Paint by Adrian Henri.


I want to paint
2000 dead birds crucified on a background of night
Thoughts that lie too deep for tears
Thoughts that lie too deep for queers
Thoughts that move at 186,000 miles/second
The Entry of Christ into Liverpool in 1966
The installation of Roger McGough in the Chair of Poetry at Oxford
Francis Bacon making the President's Speech at the Royal Academy dinner

I want to paint
50 life-sized nudes of Marianne Faithfull
(all of them painted from life)
Welsh Maids by Welsh Waterfalls
Heather Holden as Our Lady of Haslingden
A painting as big as Piccadilly full of neon signs and buses
Christmas decorations and beautiful girls with dark blonde hair shading their faces

I want to paint
The assassination of the entire Royal Family
Enormous pictures of every pavingstone in Canning Street
The Beatles composing a new national anthem
Brian Patten writing poems with a flamethrower on disused ferry boats
A new cathedral 50 miles high made entirely of pram wheels
An empty Woodbine packet covered in kisses
I want to paint
A picture made from the tears of dirty-faced children in Chatham Street

I want to paint
I LOVE YOU across the steps of St. George's hall
I want to paint


I want to paint
The Simultaneous and Historical Faces of Death
10,000 shocking pink hearts with your name on
The phantom negro postmen who bring me money in my dreams
The first plastic daffodil of spring pushing its way
Through the OMO packets in the supermarket
The portrait of every sixth-form schoolgirl in the country
A full-scale map of the world with YOU at the centre
An enormous lily-of-the-valley with every flower on a separate canvas

Life-sized jelly babies shaped like Hayley Mills
A black-and-red flag flying over Parliament
I want to paint
Every car crash on all the motorways of England
Pere Ubu at 11 o'clock at night in Lime Street
in black running letters 50 miles high over Liverpool

I want to paint
Pictures that children play hopscotch on
Pictures that can be used as evidence at murder trials
Pictures that can be used to advertise cornflakes
Pictures that can be used to frighten naughty children
Pictures worth their weight in money
Pictures that tramps can live in
Pictures that children would find in their stockings on Christmas morning
Pictures that teenage lovers can send each other
I want to paint

Morning Liverpool 8 by Adrian Henri.

Morning, Liverpool 8

In Blackburne Place and Canning Street
the terraces half-wake,
stretch their balconies;
cast-iron railings, Ionic columns
blink into daylight from
a nightmare of bulldozers,
dripping water, charred beams,
distant dreams of hopscotch,
hoofbeats on cobblestones. The mirror tells
of a bright new face, does not reflect
the past neglect. Hope Place
and Huskisson tell of the nightmare
almost gone.

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