BLIND PICASSO On St. Mary's Street night's curtain drops on valley girls swigging alcopops in lycra tops. She's tapping her glass to a Beach Boys song. She's got a silver bracelet with her name written on in pearl teardrops. On Hayes Island a grunge Antichrist is doing deals on souls at a knockdown price so I pledge mine twice. I've got my thumbprint on the Devil's credit card, I'm looking good and my dick is hard. I'm in paradise. She's biting the chain of her crucifix. I said I got drunk with Johnny Rotten back in '76, don't life play tricks? So we're parked up on the mountain, me and Goldilocks, and the city's spread below us like a jewellery box. And it all just clicks. And like a madman watching rainbows, or blind Picasso at a peepshow, the moon's cynical eye looks down from a renegade sky.