1983 T. Paulin ‘From the Death Cell: Iambes VIII’ in Liberty Tree 53: Someone / bops a tight balloon against the window-panes.at bop, v.
1983 T. Paulin ‘Politik’ in Liberty Tree 28: The city is a locked yard / that’s caked with grey pigeon-cack.at cack, n.2
1983 T. Paulin ‘Descendancy’ in Liberty Tree 19: I’ve a second cousin / drives a prowl car / in downtown Vancouver.at prowl car, n.
1983 T. Paulin ‘Yes, the Maternity Unit’ in Liberty Tree 35: Limp king dick has got the chop / but Quim and Bum must slog it out.at get the chop (v.) under chop, n.1
1983 T. Paulin ‘Martello’ in Liberty Tree 51: ...must hatch a snifter: Ciao now, old cock.at ciao, phr.
1983 T. Paulin ‘Martello’ in Liberty Tree 51: ...must hatch a snifter: Ciao now, old cock.at old cock, n.
1983 T. Paulin ‘A Written Answer’ in Liberty Tree 37: To me this author is a fly man / and the critics yonder say his work is alright.at fly, adj.
1983 T. Paulin ‘Trine’ in Liberty Tree 65: A snail’s jism / crossing the floor / of a clagged cell.at jism, n.
1983 T. Paulin ‘Desertmartin’ in Liberty Tree 16: A Jock squaddy glances down the street.at Jock, adj.
1983 T. Paulin ‘Local Histories’ in Liberty Tree 44: He leaves his russet hide to take a leak.at take a leak (v.) under leak, n.
1983 T. Paulin ‘Martello’ in Liberty Tree 51: To hear them one’d think / that instead of being lumbered / with a rotten shower of prize idiots / this was God’s own acre we’re holding—.at lumbered, adj.2
1983 T. Paulin ‘Off the Back of a Lorry’ in Liberty Tree 31: Two rednecks troughing / in a gleamy diner.at trough (out), v.
1983 T. Paulin ‘From the Death Cell: Iambes VIII’ in Liberty Tree 53: This is the pits and yet we feed and sleep.at pit, n.
1983 T. Paulin ‘As a White Lodge in a Garden of Cucumbers’ in Liberty Tree 17: Hilarious, his prong; / what a scream her fanny is.at prong, n.
1983 T. Paulin ‘Yes, the Maternity Unit’ in Liberty Tree 35: Limp king dick has got the chop / but Quim and Bum must slog it out.at quim, n.
1983 T. Paulin ‘Martello’ in Liberty Tree 51: To hear them one’d think / that instead of being lumbered / with a rotten shower of prize idiots / this was God’s own acre we’re holding.at shower of shit (n.) under shower, n.
1983 T. Paulin ‘Yes, the Maternity Unit’ in Liberty Tree 35: Limp king dick has got the chop / but Quim and Bum must slog it out.at slog it out (v.) under slog, v.
1983 T. Paulin ‘Desertmartin’ in Liberty Tree 16: A Jock squaddy glances down the street.at squaddie, n.
1983 T. Paulin ‘Martello’ in Liberty Tree 49: Cack-handed, like a stocious mason, / Napper Tandy picks at this coast.at stocious, adj.1
1983 T. Paulin ‘Martello’ in Liberty Tree 51: A rotten shower of prize idiots [...] Stony bonkers, they are.at stone, adv.
1983 T. Paulin ‘A Rum Cove, a Stout Cove’ Liberty Tree 32: Those tars behind locked doors / whistling Britannia Rules.at tar, n.1