The whole world is flat & I am round. Even women avert their eyes, & men, embarrassed by the messy way

A bespectacled artist called Lear First perfected this smile in a sn… He was clever and witty; He gave life to this ditty - That original author called Lear.

With his head full of Shakespeare… and old notions of poetic justice, he was ready with his elegies the day the ocean sailed into the… ‘The sea,’ he wrote, 'is a forgivi…

Little egg, little nub, full complement of fingers, toes, little rose blooming

I sit at home at my desk alone as I used to do on many sunday afternoons when you came back to me,

She was not a slender woman, but her skin was milk mixed in with strawberry jam & between her legs the word pu… & her hair was the color of wh…

What is the central passion of a life? To please mummy & daddy? To find a home for their furniture… To found a family of one’s own,

I love to go to sleep, When bed takes me like a lover wrapping my limbs in cool linen, soothing the fretfulness

You open to me a little, then grow afraid and close again, a small boy

Broken ivories playing the blue piano of the sea. We have come

I sit at my desk alone as I did on many Sunday afternoons when you came back to me, your arms aching for me,

Now, moving in, cartons on the flo… the radio playing to bare walls, picture hooks left stranded in the unsoiled squares where pain… and something reminding us

This constant ache is my leg’s message to me. ‘Hello. Hello. Hello. You’re getting there,' it says, ‘step by step.’

Goddess, I come to you my neck wreathed with rosebuds, my head filled with visions of inf… my palms open to your silver nails… my eyes open to your rays of illum…