He loved her madly,

he planted plenty seed he seemed a proper granny

He seemed forever full of fun –

he sits there

He’s off into the night her laughter quivers

Her partner is a skeleton.

Hey! Boy! If you are God

His conversation flattered; she said yes

His early work was radiant

His mother told him of the king’s

Hoarfrost glimmering beyond

How carefully they walk i am sinking

I am the man that build his house on shit

I dreamt

I dreamt us strolling, arm in loving arm,

I fished; but he was deep.

i press your eyes

I slam the door. ‘Dear, are you positive i sleep & wake i used to burn my poems

‘I’m strange,’

I’m in a meeting

I’ve seen it often:

In 19-something X was born

In a dusty old crumbling building just fit for rats

In church triumphant

In love, and reverently inclined,

In spite of love in the agonising

In the bookshop in this last night

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