Lunch

Thank You Gertrude Stein

If you said to me tomorrow abandon every principle change everything we have so little time together so little time at all I would make you lie down in a darkened room cool cloth on your forehead

"Tonight in LA"

"Tonight in LA" By Razorlight Sounds like seventeen in' 71 swaying in the gym lights turned down arms round the neck of a tall boy cheek to his Brooks Brothers shirt fresh blue cotton Docksiders toe to toe

Amuseing

Amuseing Not surprising you a muse me You have a gift for language have about nine and if I can't do a bit of Latin you can you studied philosophy of course know about music and poetry

Beglummed

Beglummed Wheels turning axle deep driving in a dank November all my blessings try to keep begging me to just remember champagne bubbles yet to come but still I'm stuckly bleak beglummed

Bruise

Bruise Not even a shadow ,not now my skin has repaired to pink and ivory the purple prose has gone blue rivers follow their course to the delta of my wrist empassioned platelets stuck hurled themselves into reeds of damage
Cherry

Chillin

Chillin Linking arms on the porch swing sipping Bourbon in a Julep minty frozen trickles Spanish Mossing down the glass Sugar Magnolia Your bare legged Beauregard cousin cosying up crickets blurring minutes into heated Cypress time

Christmas Sprite

Christmas Sprite The Christmas Sprite is an elf in ermine a pixie from a Celtic bog he lights some mistletoe and holly for peats sake making quite a fog he swaps name tags on the children,s gifts

Clear Night

Cloud Life

Cloud Life Heaps of overflowing suds over cerulean and lapis or is it lambswool nesting marble and then a pefect plane of belly and hip slightly turned half out of asses milk

Cotton Wool

Cotton Wool I'd like to wrap you up a cuddle of cotton wool nest and nestle coo and cluck as if you were a little fish with fragile fins made of painted glass little mummies lovely duck I'd put you in the dolls house

Movement

Movement That damn butterfly you know the one that beats its wings and causes chaos fractures the air makes fragile fractals of space and time kaleidoscope their shapes and lines rainforest greens make shifting turns
Cherry

Sunshine on a Wooden Floor

Sunshine on a Wooden Floor Women with scarves used their hands to spin thoughts about wordless pains things beneath the register of speech matters of rhythm and tone couched

Shirt Tales

Shirt Tales Shirt tails but not down and dirty freshly hung big, starched, smoothly tailored buttoned up seaisle cotton with a soft handle a cool drift over a tight warm thigh

Trouble With Lips

Trouble With Lips They're connected mafiosa of moods leading the pack telling tales of tingle and taste sherbet licks of plump fantasy fingered and stroked like a tongue poked through smoke
Cherry

Prima Vera

Prima Vera Bit of a slut Spring fag ash catkins hanging down slatterns mud everywhere in her unswept house buds hanging over fences , curlers about to bloom promiscuously

Turquoise

Turquoise Water flares in jewelled wavelets round my kick sliding silk over my knees a pretty chaos of magical paint Aquamarines making little curves and flips transparent cellophane

Snow and Red Lanterns

Snow and Red Lanterns Gates are drawn in inky calligraphy closing out the cobbled street iron hard but finely wrought frozen air flows like saki silkstitched snow trailing

Writing Out Hunger

Writing Out Hunger The friend I can only have safely with a teapot between us on a clear afternoon or with parented cookies appearing when the porch swing stops squeaking

Eros Comes Out Fighting

Eros Comes Out Fighting Whenever Thanatos rattles my cage all great and grizzled ,growling lumbering unshaven and dark shouting "death comes,hear me, fear it" Eros comes out fighting

Polly Amory

Polly Amory Polly Amory is Bill Sykes moll if she bound her breasts like a flapper and drank pink gin an object of beaten bronze shining like rubbed brass

Possession

Possession Possession is where ghostly boundaries waver become permeable membranes between this and the afterlife between you and me quantum physics ,something atomic

Little Molls

Little Molls Little Moll riding hoods rushed about the yard got their boots and hats, tossed their hair mounted up sat up straight, held the reins and their nerve

Lunaria

Lunaria Honesty, moneywort, moonflower, silver dollar best dried and added to an arrangement light reflective paper disks subtle and ghostly setting off livelier colours and bolder shapes