MY TROUBLE IS

is that i fall
in love with
girls in super-
markets...
in buss queues...

my sad wite
face...
my big wite
hands...
the northern lite...
blue...
gray...

the school girls
climb on board...

a girls legs dance...
a calf upon the stair
there you have
poetry...
and in the librarys?
our great seats of
learning?
i don't think so...


(my favourite poem from Billy Childish' collection of poems "To The Quick", published by Hangman Books in 1988)