Life, please, I urge thee, / Instill urgency in me. / I have got none / And when I’m gone, / Oh, what will I leave?
Oh, City Lights
Oh, city lights, / You box of beads, / Covering / The dirt beneath.
Cabbages have lots of ridges, / but have no shelving, / unlike fridges.
…A faint-banded sea snake / doesn’t know that he / could be a contender / to be a world champion. / Driftwood bobs and twirls /…
Remember Your Friends
When life seems all shitty / and the world all seems crass, / When you’re stuck in the city / full of concrete and glass…
Consider the Earth
Waves and trees / and bees / and that. / The Earth - / The earthworm’s habitat.
…Bedtime shields / him from the wild…
And the Wind Sweeps Through
…The light of early morn / does paint / it’s foothills dark, / it’s summit faint…
…What does she hold? / The moon and the stars! / And bats that hang / from window ledges, / then fall into her arms…
Today I felt wretched, / But today is old and tarnished / And tomorrow brings forth many new days. / Maybe I’ll shine tomorrow.
Grin and the World Grins With You
You scream life’s words, / While the world holds them in. / You make me laugh, / While the world just makes me grin.
…Because we’re here? / Quite high up here? / On slanted slate / from earth below. / (Quite far below) / That I hold my fear / l…
Waiting for the Buzz
Waiting for the buzz / that’s coming, / Wearing wings / or fins / (or something). / Who am I against this woman? / She is rather bol…
Love Is Strange
Perfect fruit / Fell from the tree. / Pick it up, / Save it, / Please, for me.
Beer and Ice Cream
I cannot think / I cannot write / All words / Absurd / I need the telly / All dumb and warm / I’ll be reborn / With beer and ice crea…
An empty case sits / Where my CD should be. / It’s over there, / Not here / With me.
I love you like / my pillow, / My head sinks into / you. / Your neck is the / right shape, / to make, / a hammock made / for two.
The Clock Looks Out
silence is abuzz / in unthinking eyes. / Crashing / like cymbals and a drum / down a shaft / of a mine.
The Love Boat
Here’s a ship / to save my bacon. / Climb aboard! / Commence love makin’!
Pengin (Green Strawberry)
My Japanese chrysanthemum, / My English rose! / Our love is a / Green Strawberry. / Green strawberries will grow.
It’s Pretty Cold
My blood froze through, / My chest is burning, / And I’ve been left alone / for learning. / I hid / beneath the cloak of winter. / I…
Sometimes, I Wish
I wish, in vain, / I’d gone insane, / Then all of this / Could be explained.
Cut flowers / from the shop, / just for you, / that survived, / just to show / that the way / that I feel / is alive.
Three Sheets to the Wind
Dark dark night, / Wide wide water, / No matter how much / I push or I pull, / The oars won’t do / What they oughta.
Icarus Can Hang
Molten totem / glowsome core, / if the sun / then I / given love / and fallen in, / am higher than / the sky.
… / No collarless dog / try’ner gi’ me / ‘is fleas. / There’s folks / and there’s life, / But no shoes …
God forbid / that sense / should teach / this idle brain / to get some sleep.
Trees bow their branches / And bamboo canes clap, / Loving young lovers, / Travelling past.
Loneliness can creep and find you. / In a crowd / it stands behind you, / Like an ambush / it surrounds you.
Loose Darjeeling Between the Sheets
There’s scratchy darjeeling / Revealing its presence, / To my feet, / In my bed / And by Gad / It’s not pleasant!
Hopping on / telephone lines. / Beaks hovering, / over lagers and wines.
I would open my chips / and give each one to you. / I’d clear the clouds from the sky / just to give you the blue.
I love the night / and her surprises, / all her mysteries / and guises.
The Wandering Why
The clock looks out, / but not for me, / he said. / It’s head is turned, / thinking -
Categorically / she / is an orange in / the lemon trees
To a Dove
You, to me, / in terms of love, / are like the wings are / to a dove.
For the Clown
For the clown / you see, it’s hard / finding words / to fix a heart.
The SS Cuppaty
Night has fallen / and all at sea, / with broken sails, / I’ll make some tea.
All Over the Shop
Two salary men, / with bright red faces, / dropping coins / all over places.
Titled (Trumpets and Violins)
Why do I hear violins / when I see trumpets play?
A Thing That Cats Do
Cats put cheese / and chipolatas, / mini quiches, / onion bhajis,
Scared, / A little mixed up, / She’s so sacred to me.
Cut Glass and Whine
I have been cut, / My glass has been cut, / I am half-cut.
We Are Amused
Counting my whiskers, / Which’ve grown far too long, / As if they’re autumnal maple leaves -
Autumn’s here, / avert your stare, / the trees have stripped / their branches bare. / Their leafy robes / lie everywhere.
Exploding Heart Technique
The dynamite is packed and loaded, / For my heart to be exploded. / The fuse it fizzles ever shorter, / I wish I could be dipped in water. …
Another Cup’ll Wake Me Up
I’m the tea-powered man! / I survey all this land, / With a brew in my belly / and a cup in my hand. / We shall fight evil sleep / an…
I Miss You
We dance until dawn, / or until the batteries fail / on the stereo system, / And then we collapase / onto a soft blanket of grass / in the …
The Cat and the Chat
When she asked me for the time, / I told her half past nine, / When the time / Was really nearly twelve-o-four,
3 Colours Brown
The leaves have lost their colour, / That I picked up off the ground. / Their colours numbered three before, / But now they’re only b…
I am en-joyed / to be in your presence, / Like a lamb / to be in his flock, / Like a snug flake of chocolate / in the crease of a cushion, …
A Fine Distraction
Will you be a distraction / From important matters? / Or from a film, / With endless natter? / Will you be the distraction / That sends me …
For the Chi
In a world fraught with anger, / You’re my solace and my peace; / My sugared slice of paradise, / My hunger and my feast.
You gave my heart / the Midas touch. / How is it possible / to love this much?
The Silver Cat
A cat sits on a breezeblock, / On a wet patch of grass, / Lapping milk from a saucer, / Like wine from a glass.
Maybe They’re on the Mountain
So, my eyelids, / Like portcullis gates, / Drop closed.
I wish I were your beach towel, / So I could lie against your skin. / Or a break / To keep the wind away, / But let the sunshine in.
On a Platform
As if a picture of his love, / Lost then, as if he’d lost a limb. / His eyes well weathered, as the coast, / His lips are crumbling /…
A Girl With Your Complexion
I want a girl / with your complexion, / A girl unhindered / by correction,
A poem that’s wordless / is worthless, / A silence / inside of a book. / A book which is spineless / is pageless (and hopeless), / A …