We had outstayed our time
We had stepped, they said, over the line.
We had to make a leap, because we deserved better than that with which we were being served;
now it’s legitimate to like anything – but I don’t think you like me, do you?
We are riding on a groundswell of disbelief and pessimism
courtesy of what’s left of the welfare state.
And, though what you’ve bought to the party isn’t quite fitting in we are nothing if not adaptable and, when the light show hits the wall, open your eyes for only then will the excitement of discovering things do what it does best, which is to deliver a sledgehammer blow to your comfortable zones.
Do we have, do you think, enough chairs?
I have no idea how many people there will be, in the hall, in my life,
beneath the skies.
a complete analysis of the men,
a complete analysis of the women, then a synthesis of the whole cast of characters, including mum and
Bare arms displaying the touch of weather, legs encased in stone, ivy where the hair should be, and your eyes becoming more alive when they are closed.
The beaming sun is the natural home of [insert appropriate noun]
and we are popping in and out of uninteresting [insert appropriate noun]
seeking anything that isn’t ashamed to be alive.
In a clear Winter with an absence of people
wandering around as if in a dream
one of us observes the light sailing in the wind.