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.

You,
are the clouds
when passions rage and I see mist in
my
fall

You are reflections, waving from
non-existent windows
and I break for you.