Here the people are the landscape,
their gestures the missing trees
I've had GOD BLESS YOU, shouted at me , and three date requests,
and it hasn't even hit 9.30 AM yet
This is LA
where the homeless are quick pilgrims to your heart
and where men polish stars,
on the streets.

10/12/2008, FOOD

Tom Yum Soup
how you held my hand
growled in hunger
how I didn't know
if we were a couple

15/12/2008 FOOD

how happy I was
to convince you to diverge
from healthy eating
to Vanilla cream and wafers


21/12/08 MISC

a tinsel hoop
and drawing pins
for a sock to hold
a chocolate reindeer
to your door

02/01/09
new year
we were a couple no more

serve food
with broken hearts

pack shelves
with broken hearts

take your order and smile
with a broken heart

remember this
while your curled in bed

the door closed, your back
to the world.

standing like my father
staring into nothing
no, not nothing
usually something
boiling,
spuds , the kettle,
water.

I was shocked then excited, when she came to the door
asking, have ya got any food for me or maybe somethin more?

so I ran to the kitchen, skipping my feet
wondering what in gods name a traveller would eat

kidney beans, coconut milk, marmalade, rice
so unsure I was, I had to think twice

so I settled on tomatoes, relish and canned
and ran up the hallway with both in my hands

well, she opened her bags and I popped the stuff in
making stupid remarks about taste buds and tins

and I wanted to chat to her and I wanted to gawk
but she looked right and left, and then she was off.

would we sit across from one another on trains
with bars of purple Cadburys
chocolate, squared by your large gentle hands

one bottle of luminous Rock Shandy between us
my crubeen feet cocooned in skin coloured tights,
now lodged between your legs, a gesture as natural
as our growing years, would this be
companionship at its best?

Sometimes
I imagine,
low flying gulls
pilfering dreams
then selling them
on Leith walk
for 1.50.