i.
tonight we kiss in the rain
sheltered under the Pepper Tree
the old dog curls up at our feet
wanting the same attention
ii.
dreaming I’m a seashell
rolling waves gilt
with foam, listening
to everyone else’s conversation
iii.
in the immense quietness
of winter evenings
breathing
as lightly as a gull
iv.
wake early
sunlight and a splinter
of bird song
slips through the window
v.
so often my thoughts turn bitter
I don’t want them to
but the radio reminds me
I am not fond of this world
vi.
checking my reflection
in a puddle –
the word flow
must not be disturbed
vii.
alleyways of tattered houses
and old men
washed up like birds
with their sex broken
viii.
my bad mood’s not
serious & doesn’t last
long – the air is
fragrant from cut grass
ix.
look at the bird
at the edge of its nest
look at the emptiness
now look at the sky
x.
alone at last
a voice hanging
on the corner
of the city
