View from the top of the bus by Adam Parry

The Lady Ivy embraced the old Oak King,
and they lay upon each other's lips for a day of days
in the time before Summer had a name,
or before a day ran out of time.
Entwined and verdant leaf
like a winter waistcoat about him
the Lady Ivy grew and twisted round,
growing almost touching
the rare old wood of the King, exiled,
Lord of a lost continent, within.

Sale of the Century by Adam Parry

Eyes for sale well washed
Fingers for rent long nails extra
Nose £350pcm no unemployed
Lips unused buy one pair get one free
Teeth only one owner slightly chipped
Ears only needed to hear listening extra
Fifty percent off cheeks or buy 4 for the price of 3
And chins cheap as chips batteries not included.

A voice calls from the morning by Adam Parry

Cure me of these dreamless sleep,
inoculate my heart from fear.
Over there something shines
and a voice calls from the morning.

The day! the day is begun again!
taking all the tired eyes upward
to blue sunshine, to a fight of song on the wind,
pushing us, flowing about us-

our footsteps on the damp grass, regulate into a dance
we levitate upon lips as she kisses the red earth
levitate to some cloud city floating, below drenched in sun
watch the sleepers wake.