var APAArray = new Array(2); APAArray[0] = new Array(9); APAArray[1] = new Array(9); APAArray[0][0] = "Paris I"; APAArray[1][0] = "A sign greets me
'danger de mort'

But the real danger
is not living."; APAArray[0][1] = "Paris II"; APAArray[1][1] = "Le Metro á la Gare du Nord
smells of burnt scrambled eggs

No one speaks
for fear of waking
in the 6am underground soup."; APAArray[0][2] = "Amsterdam"; APAArray[1][2] = "Only the winking
asian giggolo
makes her blush

through the red lights
we paced
raced
to find a little quiet time."; APAArray[0][3] = "Feeling human"; APAArray[1][3] = "Squawking beast
and sweet kitten
in any bar in the world

This, our Café du Zon
tables clawed
warmed in the sun

little traveller
drifts in her book

scrappy, full of flavour
melting with each sip."; APAArray[0][4] = "The Lady of the Café du Zon"; APAArray[1][4] = "Doll holds the room
a Carmen jester

her courtly gifts
in smiles and sways
for the market suitors."; APAArray[0][5] = "Untitled"; APAArray[1][5] = "A different city now
cold in the sun

we wander in thought
once lost together
suddenly found alone."; APAArray[0][6] = "An epiphany"; APAArray[1][6] = "Small victories
and 10 hour friends
make the journey"; APAArray[0][7] = "All your walls and barricades"; APAArray[1][7] = "With an open heart
I steam away
yesterday's faces

eyes that smiled
and rolled away
a circadian fool

No other way
can you love so much
and lose so free

Scrapes and bruises fade quickly
on a clumsy man."; APAArray[0][8] = "Et fini"; APAArray[1][8] = "For the journey
back to the stack
reflection
and a little jazz

The buffet car
has no sandwiches

I discover
that I don't really mind."; var poemArray = new Array(2); poemArray[0] = new Array(8); poemArray[1] = new Array(8); poemArray[0][0] = "Pain au Chocolat"; poemArray[1][0] = "It's hard to lose weight
when you're a man.
You can't go on a diet,
and I'd much prefer to fry-it.

No sweet morning goods for me,
mourning beer, brioche and brie."; poemArray[0][1] = "Calavera For Mike"; poemArray[1][1] = "It wasn't punches, or the kicks,
That gave our Mike his final fix,
No that young lad was made of bricks,
His gut was what enthralled medics.

The victim's end was plain to see,
He didn't drown, or fall harshly,
\"Poor Michael died from too much tea\",
Reports the colonoscopy.

So if you kneel upon his grave,
And place a tribute to the brave,
Your pounds and pennys you can save,
If this advice, you do not waive:

Take not carnations, or tulips,
Mournful poems, nor ribbon strips,
In death, as life, to grace his lips,
Just take a bag of PG Tips."; poemArray[0][2] = "She's Got The London Look"; poemArray[1][2] = "She lights up in Baker
in yellow she beams
riding in black cabs
reliving the dream"; poemArray[0][3] = "Breakfast Epiphanies"; poemArray[1][3] = "Night owls,
youth who dare not sleep.
We count no sheep.

Hessen eyed,
late to doze,
never find us early rose.
Trolls of twilight
blinkered shows.

You rise,
we fall down comatose."; poemArray[0][4] = "The One That Got Away"; poemArray[1][4] = "Fried potato baited
crab of Southend shore
tactically retreating
chip in claw
captured nevermore

Red sauce marinated
vessel diving deep
white crustacean riding
hear him roar:
\"Captured Nevermore!\""; poemArray[0][5] = "Taking The Pie"; poemArray[1][5] = "Man from the shires
steak and kidney pastiche
hummus desires
but dinner is quiche"; poemArray[0][6] = "On being a sellout"; poemArray[1][6] = "On I go, waking and earning
true artists are more discerning
"; poemArray[0][7] = "On an Education in Poetry"; poemArray[1][7] = "She said:
punchlines are redundant
epiphanies are dead

that's how I see her"; poemArray[0][8] = "Humble People, Who Expect"; poemArray[1][8] = "You say we might go to hell
we're already here

Everything aflame.
Six senses burn,
with passion,
aversion,
delusion and suffering.

You hope we might get to heaven
we're already there

Through the gateless pearly gate,
see the embers in the charcoal"; poemArray[0][9] = "Watford Girls"; poemArray[1][9] = "Peroxide screeching
vodka hounds
on a weekend tease

With black eyed chavs
in snow white trainers
Stella beatings guaranteed

Their saving grace
curfew at 1
JD & coke in 3s

Hammered hags
in mini rags
tagged, on day release"; poemArray[0][10] = "The Lonely Mathematician"; poemArray[1][10] = "|{us}| = 1

(Translation: the cardinality of the set containing us, is equal to 1)"; poemArray[0][11] = "Coke"; poemArray[1][11] = "Down and out
of plastic cash
lint button ledger
sofa scrounging queen

Put your coppers
to the powder man
or he who brings the green

I spend it on my lesser vice
addiction pays
its pittance price
to the cold, brown and clean"; poemArray[0][12] = "In Response To Your Racism"; poemArray[1][12] = "No, I don't dig the coal
nor the Boddingtons drink.
And whippets and caps
are a Yorkshireman's thing.

There's no meat in my pies
and my cider is pink.
Though my accent is broad,
eloquently succinct.

Smart suited monkey
with a credible wink.
In the North South divide,
lives Darwin's missing link."; poemArray[0][13] = "The Ideal Man"; poemArray[1][13] = "I do the dishes
when I can't be sure
that we exist

does it matter
that we're not matter?

do you think it just
that I never dust?"; var numOfPoems = poemArray[1].length; var numOfAPAPoems = APAArray[1].length; var APAPoemsSelected = false; var OtherPoemsSelected = false; var currentPoem = 0; function insertTree() { document.getElementById("treeSpan").innerHTML = "\