(1986)
Poohbarb, Shoobarb, Whoobarb, Noobarb, All are words that rhyme with Rhu…
Do I write my poems and prose and… Cowardly! Do I publish them and say, "this… How indulgent! Do I say nothing?
Like when my darling Matt threw back his head on the back seat of the car and at the top of his five year old voice triumphed, “and I wish you joy,” (oh what a tremolo), “and happiness,...
How easily he cries, these days, With thoughts of you. He lies. These days,
Oh I waited for you once in a whi… Kicking my blue sandalled toes aga… Regardless of the scuff. You were busy. I was an accessory.
I don’t care, What you say. Your words mean nothing, Any more. You try to say,
I can’t save you from your pain, I can’t save you from your pain. If I could, I would. But I can’t save you from your pa…
If I had fingers, I would find things. I would fumble, feeling through drawers of cards and notes. Fond felicitations of folk, friends from days gone by; five new pence; four candles;...
“What is it?” (A baby of course,) “Oh it’s a boy.” And as you slapped on to mothers t… Like a wet fish,
Creative genius, (I’ve heard it said,) Is nurtured in the madman’s head. His ups and downs, Frequent mistakes,
I choose to explain, Before I leave you, Again. That the warmth, Of your heart,
If I were friends with Stephen F… I’d have him round with pals for p… He could bring his hubby, as you s… I’d sit him next to Victoria Wood… I’d invite Alan Rickman, I do as…
The fog off the sea has eaten the… gone! Silver sheen, light all night. Cow shapes still! Laying down the circles crown! P…
Don’t go yet! We have barely found the consonant… I love you You love me Four plus four!
I remember You, Your gutsy laugh, Your smile. The way you read the world, people… The jokes.