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.

    Impatient soldiers seek out volunteers
        to take up the cross out of pity,
    until a predictable target appears -
        a stranger from some other city.

    Simon steps over and lifts up the wood,
        impelled by a clear resolution
    to do this longsuffering person some good
        by aiding his swift execution.