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
Strolling in the centre of the world
On sunday in the cold,
Heard soft on blowing wind
The clip clop of lightweight hooves.
Came in sight waving whip, curled.
Now beauty on four toes walking,
Joined to shafts and tall wheels shining,
Balanced true by humans two,
This cart, jet, glowing black,

Rumbles gentle, creaking, passing.

Stopped and stared and watched this spectacle,
Flashing feet and spinning spokes,
All to be seen the smoothest,
Silkiest, eye pleasing, picture,
Stepping smartly round each obstacle.

Lost in this living dream,

Shamless open mouthed face,
And eyes, fixed, wide glazed,
Brought to sudden conscious state with "Good Morning",
From all members of this team.

For, I swear
This lovely creature,
Born free,
Spoke to me.