Is alabaster always pink then?
A forgotten enquiry amidst putting the world
To rights, compliments are rare and more
Rarely are they received
Strugglin' with his one I am as
You make it easy, you really do, you are
The origin of the earth
Up close
Up close
The end is nigh...as if, more
Like the end is nigh impossible
I drive at ninety, instead of the usual
One hundred and twenty down the
Street called Straight until I arrive at
How the House is...how
Is the house?
Absolutely not in colour
This is the water
This is the evergreen
This is the new way of doin' thangs
September I am held in high regard, then
I am not, grapes and kiwi fruits are lavished upon me
Pictures are taken of those lickable boots and
I skank a seat for days of radio...i still think of Greg
When I see Alex, but not vice versa
Do you want my email?
I am postponed and
I postpone...after seven minutes, a smile of
Resignation, a thousand thus far, is removed by
A smile, this is set in red and ochre sandstone
Such is the shock, such is the
Essential experience and opera too, a tax-free
Solitude presented in overlapping colours and
Yet more slashed curtains
These question my decision to sod it all when suddenly
She is at my door, like the rats gnawing to get
At my ovenable samosas
She has no knickers on or, she HAD no knickers
On...as if the wife is interested
He is
I am too...in all of this humdrum and in
The foothills of the Lebanon, I will fall
On my sword again and then cab it eastwards
To an old haunting-ground
Dementia will get me sooner rather than...blindness
Probably both will descend on me like the memories
Of certain paragraphs of looted books
I will piece together every last inch
Of the shredded material
This is typical of me