The ocean was not me
nor was I the sea.

I was drowning on dry land
and
gasping for breath,
that's when I saw her
She appeared out of thin air
and was suddenly there
to give me a hand.

It doesn't take a genius
to
figure out the rest
just
someone with imagination.

You want to connect but the wiring is wrong and though you long for the day that the fault is corrected you do nothing to make things possible,
all things considered when you've considered all things and find no one to blame but yourself,
you take the stamp album off the shelf and realise no one is coming to see your collection.

Don't be fooled
it's not the war that we're fighting for,
it's the battles and the blood and gore
and we always, always want more.

I was in that queue
you were too
and we never knew each other then,
but ten years down the line
we're having a fine time,

sometimes
hello is all it takes.

there was sleet and I was
shivering, my fingers tingling
and my eyes sparkling,
my breath almost freezing,
but I breezed on home knowing
that I'd get warmed up by her smile.

Laser vision
razor sharp
lets me see you
in the dark.

She uses a gold crested quill
writes in copperplate
leaves me notes on the window sill.

mothballs in the wardrobe
fly paper on the ceiling
a slab of lard in the frying pan
all make me feel like an
old fashioned man.