Be that little girl for longer
stay there
naivety is easy lost
once you have
smeared
the make-up
of adulthood
across your beautiful face                                          
something goes
that you will
never
regain
not in the
pocket of
your red velvet coat
or your ripped jeans
or in your toy box
revisited
with a tear
in an attic
moment
when it is all
too late

Stay the charming boy
the footballing
***** kneed
rascal
stay in your
cowboy and indian
dream
your truck driver
hinterland
before the
bubble is burst
by playground
wisdom
and peer
group poison
cherish your Christmas morning 4am’s
for as many years
as you can
before you
know too much
about too little
and find
it all banal

Are you a male or a female?
Manliness

Describe yourself:
An Obscure Writer

How do you feel?
Kind pity chokes my spleen

Describe where you currently live:
Community

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
At the round earths imagined corners

Your favourite form of transportation:
Air and Angels

What’s the weather like:
The Damp

Favourite time of day:
Break of Day

Your relationships:
A Tale of a Citizen and his Wife

Your fear:
The Funeral

What is the best advice you have to give:
Variety

If you could change your name, you would change it to:
Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus

My soul’s present condition:
A Fever

Can I ask;  

Does life trouble you?
Because your eyes
Told me it might

Do you seek out smooth pebbles,
to touch and caress
absentmindedly?
Your finger tips shine like you do 

Is this journey one
that you sought to avoid?
Your toe tapping
white knuckle grip
on that letter
gave you away  

And yes
I am bothered
By what happens
next to you
Would a chat and coffee be of help
or just another presumption?

Last night
I dreamt
I was a giant,
that I forgot
my favourite word;
that I refused
to have white teeth
and that I lost
my prize possession.  

Everyday
mixed up thoughts,
making no sense
and every sense

Snow
Sometimes at Christmas
White as a brides dress
Rare and pure
Reality suspended
Deep beneath

Snow
The crisp clean white
Linen table cloth
Spread over
A stained table
Superficially pleasing

Snow
A new shroud
Laid over a body
Stiff with cold
Frosted ground
Crisp and even

Snow
Rippled bright sorbet
Cleansing
Refreshing
But always
Just water

she
meticulously combs
her hair
for the lover
who never
came back

she
watches herself
crying into
the mirror
for the want
of a reply

she
unfolds the
picture of the boy
in her summer
both smiling
in blossom

she
warms herself
by the fire
in the autumn
of her solitary
life

she
sheds a smile
for the memory
of the fire
in his eyes
quite sublime

she
watches herself
crying into
the mirror
for the want
of a reply

The night it stayed light
We closed our conversations
Ended them
Finished what we had to say
On the very same day
That we started them

There was no hour to leave
Or a time to arrive
Curtains remained un-drawn
We could see into everywhere
And it seemed that the sun hovered
Between the hills for hours

The night it stayed light
Your eyes stayed open
You never closed them
Not even a blink
I stared into them for an eternity
And meant it completely

There was no next day or today
To separate us
The **** crowed in mid-afternoon
And we drank hot chocolate
For breakfast like the French do,
We strange cosmopolitans

The night it stayed light
The owl never flew and the bats waited
Patient in barns
And I looked at you in pyjamas at noon
With sunlight on your hair
And I felt humble
For being allowed to love you
All that long day