not knowing where I was I suddenly knew where I was (with you) the moon in my heart fell up to my throat there were columns of light a bus 19 later I realised – Hyde Park Corner!
it's not just that i feel uninspired my attempt has been as squalid as the next fumbling around with reason driven mad into the ditch only the heart kept a true course
a speckled stone round as the moon is balanced on the temple gate under that tree lies the man who placed it there centuries ago silently he awaits its fall - his final act upon the earth
let the eye close without and open within knowing nothing I visit sleep and become happy gunned down by day my idleness stands watching as I slip into the perfume of a rose -