Mr and Mrs

How
Would he know?

How would he know that
it would knock the wind out of her

How his soul searching would
knock her soul so she turned to haircuts to boost the battered bits.

He just fucking said "s-o-r-r-y"
but that doesn't (hair) cut it I'm afraid
when those battered bits are the ones
that cry in the emails to me
that make her collapse at work
that leave her questioning whether she can even
Do this any more.
That's his soul-searching, is it?

You are everytime the biggest sun

You are all the colours in my rainbow

You can't see me

(I can't see you)

I'm flying.

Farewell

It's like a staple when all I'd like is

a hug...

...and you can't cuddle angles.



Trying to turn it off in the ceefaxed bit of my head

, green, red, those lines like ropes of fuzz,

...it isn't working.



So of my Golden City
which part will I find?

Outside Saatchi 2

If my Art is here
Why is yours mis-matched leg-
warmers, honey?

These --- are my words

Words on bone owning that bone that bone is my own, words of bone words as stone, stoney bones stoned bones are my words.