You only love when you want to be loved You only breathe when you want to be breathed Like fire Drunk Upon my kerosene, Spat out Through hoola hoop eights And Dancing girls skirts Singeing embers With Stars. You only love when you want to be loved, You only sing when you want to be
A man sits at the dinner table with his family, Seeing forks mashing bright green boiled pees, And mashed potato into gravy. Suddenly, he feels, A message come crashing through his mind like a brick thrown through a glass window, with a message telling him: ‘The start is the end, And the end is the
Black and white photos slapped on mahogany, She tells him, ‘I never loved you.’ And after she leaves, having closed the door softly behind her, The man calmly opens his office window, And jumps, Singing. And when he hits the ground he breaks Into a swarm, Of sparrows, CUT TO: The man and the woman
“No saffron?” asks the man Standing in front of the pantry, Like a Pharaoh Before a white-yellow field of grains, In summer. Knowing it won’t be enough. The woman stirs the frypan, In eights, And with a wry smile, Shakes her head to say, “No.” Then — All in one moment, Besieged, Like that field
We are that lonely orange tree On the edge of the grove, The stars in our hair, The moon on our branches, The sea dancing In our bones. * My hands are made of wood, And your sweat, your skin, your breath, Of the taste of tangerine, Mixing sweetly with the air, Like something unseen,
Doves fly through your hair I try to rescue them But they are tangled Like lilies trapped amongst the reeds Of a pond I see them disappear.
One day when Ian was out the back of the farm, Where the tractor was rusting, And a few hobby sheep rustling, together, As softly as the leaves, At the end of his hard of work, He put down his hat from his head, And put out his hand to pat the old faithful Blue
IN YOU I SEE In you I see, Lilies sprouting from The morning mist, Of a field, Your skin, the colours vibrant, wet, like fireworks, Begin, Aqua green, metallic, shimmering. Forever. In you I see, Butterflies that swarm turn left, turn right, With the streams of light that make your tears, the moisture On your
The Owl It sits there In it’s cage, Sits there, Sits there, Just sits there, In it’s cage. It’s cage. It sits there, Just sits there, Sits there In it’s cage.