on my watch ' that's how I know/There's a hole in my heart the size of a girl ' 30 by 50/in my pocket, a letter ' a "let's make it better" note but I'm all out at sea, asking the harbour to come this way, closer, to swallow me/And there's a hole in this boat the size of a star that I plug with the letter, the "let's make it better." A peep show for Jesus. He looks through the stars Outside, the fairground in snow, revolves like a waltz, funeral slow/And summer has gone, collapsed like a chair/Like the heart of a bird, a bell on the air/Inside, the wireless in snow/The orchestra drowns, funeral slow/And autumn has gone and with it the bloom - the harvest of stars, like moths to the moon/Help me warm this frozen heart I AM THE SUB-LIBRARIAN (Words - GA Johnson) I am the sub-librarian, come in on the council bus - Chalk Farm to Highgate Woods, sportsbag of borrowed books/A steady diet of Brautigan, 'Tapestry' on the walkman/Paranormal ill-health from dusting off the top shelf/I am the sub-librarian, counter girl, tea-maker/I am the sub-librarian, swan feeder, spectacle breaker/I am the sub-librarian I AM THE TEACHER'S SON (Words - GA Johnson) Started mailroom, moved up through Clerical, now Obituaries/I am the teacher's son/I am the teacher's son/I am the teacher's son/I'm the teacher's son/Never seen a sky so big, like it's been saving up for years/Clouds from Russia press-ganged in, until the