We need a brand-new song to sing
    about the quite important thing
        that with our God we're always sure
        that victory means peace, not war.

    And anyway (ask anyone)
    our loving God's already won,
        revealing to the world at large
        the happy news that Love's in charge.

    That's cool - so cool that we should sing
    a song for this fantastic king. 
        Make hooting noises, everyone -
        let's all join in the noisy fun! 
       
    To show that we love God today 
    we'll play whatever we can play -
        with flutes and drums we'll strike a chord
        that celebrates the living Lord.

    And if we make a noisy sound
    that lifts the sea and shakes the ground,
        then streams and lakes will clap along
        and mountains sing a mountain song.

    This loudness is a giant cheer
    for God, who'll be arriving here
        to make this world completely fair,
        and people equal everywhere.

I start to write, unsure of what will come
to form these lines, like someone with a drum-
stick experimenting
or some fool scientist inventing
by numbers. Noise
reverberates incessantly; boys
with sushi sit together
or apart. The sudden weather
stays outside
while I - quite vulnerable - sense my pride
collapsing like warm water from a bucket.
Fuck it -
I'll speak before my voice
gets lost, and say: had I the choice
between a brand new start, more things to do
and life together, I'd choose you.

        words are like worms
             keys are like farms

        A man in a canoe -
        a woman in a shoe!

      A circle is a silly shape -
      I saw one at the sauna
      the size of a sultana grape
      self-harming in the corner.

    I once saw a lady with cheese on her neck
    and apples and honey and bees on her neck
    and beavers and monkeys and trees on her neck
    and elbows and shouders and knees on her neck.

    I love you when it's humid,
    I love you when it's dry.
I love you when you say the weather makes you want to die.
    I love you with your clothes on,
    I love you in the nude.
I love you when you step outside and come back home with food.

        spin a winner
        hide a spider
        shake a baker
        mail a sailor

    If grass were blue I'd marry you,
      if eggs were green I'd hurry.
    If lies were true I'd smell your shoe
      and if it rained, I'd worry.

  I want a bird that knows my name,
    I want a bird that flies.
  I want a bird that goes to sleep,
    I want a bird that cries.
  I want a bird that rings a bell
    while closing both its eyes;
  I want a bird that taps my shoulder
    when the laundry dries.