Pete's Plasma

Plasma
squAred
My My
Water
Torvill And Dean
Watch Out
C.N.D.
Armistace
Poppies
Raffle Prize
A Pair Of Puddings
Piggy Back
Ready......
East Street
Upwell
Stamford Street
New Meaning
A12
Park Row
In London Town
Kew Bridge
Kemble
Milko
Drive On
Manx
Emma
Cyclone
The Great Pretender
V.I.Ps.
Walk Right Up
Winter
Central Heating
Life
1984
Lisping Lips
Different
Domino
Roots
Cold Rolled
Channel 7
Questions
Ancient History
If Only!
WhereNext
Early every morning,
Before the sun can rise,
Jangling, jingling jugganauts

Drive through our dreaming sighs.

Now crackling crates pass down,
Stack tight on electric float,
Together with bread and eggs
And driver in long brown coat.

This cheerfull smiling chap,
Glides in and out of space

Between black shapes left at the kerb,
With amazing style and grace.

But most impressive of his gifts,
(For milkmen are born, not made),
The way a dozen bottles fit
In one hand and in the shade!

Flitting in at each gate way,

Silent, silky as a dancer bold,
Reading love letters at a glance,
"Please leave silver top and gold".
XXX.