I escaped
into the dead pool
stalked by the hounds
of righteousness
...
The scotch thistle
Paterson's curse
the agapanthus
my thoughts were on the purple-blue
...
God,
you can't mention Jesus
without offending somebody.
Christ, be careful
...
My life
a secondary colour
even my dead fish eyes
understand
...
The rain
pounding the basil plants
is enough to release
memories of childhood summers
...
I tell you
I was kidnapped
by little green men
they beamed me up
...
I know
I know
I know
the water's lapping
...
Endless fields
of golden daffodils
swaying to the babbling brook
flowing beneath
...