foto taken at York Oct.2002
Poems in Love [i]

'thirteen rectangles'

Sometimes your voice
was soporific for me, made me
drowsy, made me think 'now
at this point i must dye
my hair blue', happy, hearing
the drizzles of your insomnia
which stroke me,
it stroked me.

your voice ran soft fingers
through my wiry hair,
smoothing it,
soothing my dream.






'Longlife'

Each bit of me, at noon, dawn
and dusk, is pulvarised,
sun-dried, pasteurised,
and made Long-life.
Just chill me,don't freeze me,
enjoy me iced cold.
After each consumption
Chuck me in the fridge, when you
have had enough.

Don't laugh, i'm serious,
and seriously Long-life.
Even when you don't want me
no more, I will survive-

just that i may go bad.

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