FRAGMENTS                  2000-2001




 SOME TIME IN MAY
    
Is your song a good enough reason
To disturb the silence?
Do you honour your own law?



SEDUCING LUCIE

Did you like the songs?   ‘They all sounded the same’.
Did you read the letter?   ‘It was too long’
Did you understand?         
‘You’ve just made some mess in in your head, haven’t you?’
GIVE ME WHAT I WANT BECAUSE I WANT IT.


NOVEMBER MORNINGS

Sitting at the table before a semi-circular window. 
Breakfast with pencil and rough paper.  I  watched a flock of pigeons fly from 
the monastery opposite to the school on the left and requested them to give me a sign.  
Before landing on the roof, they formed the symbol of infinity.
I asked the air what I should do today - then noticed my cereal is called Just Right.  
The next morning, I sang Hallelujah half heartedly and a brown dove flew past my 
window left to right. Then the overnight tramps left the monastery which fumed smoke West to East.    
I remained still and felt a deep calmness descend.  
Then thought again, the more I do what I love, the uglier I get.  
A Quasimodo stoop develops.  
Hunched over a woman, a guitar, keyboard or a book.  


JAN 2001 THUR 25


When she comes to the door, I manifest between a pretended sense of gravity
and a schoolboy hop.   Lines on a face refusing them, don’t let her see how many
empty wine bottles there are in the recycling bag and hide the evening primrose oil.
Just trying to stay young and amiable darling, just trying not to struggle...

                                                                                    
 RESCUE REMEDY BLUES 

  It’s the only thing that works
  And I’m afraid to use it
                       
  In case it doesn’t.