Finally!
Hidden here
amongst the summer’s
...
I sit by your bedside
watching your dying.
Only Love
...
Her body
like a house
that someone’s
moved out of
...
Butterflies that flew
in 1932
still held in that summer
...
Ah, little daughter
the only thing
I can tell you
...
I bring you to the theatre
(& being you)
your nipples come too.
...
POEM WRITTEN IN DESPAIR WHILST WAITING ENDLESSLY OUTSIDE DEBENHAMS’S LADIES LINGERIE CHANGING ROOMS FOR MY LOVED ONE WHO IT APPEARS HAS DISAPPEARED OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH FOREVER!
Sitting lost
stranded amongst
...