only the truly tender

Its gotten into my head of late

You were as tender as the ocean

You were as ferocious as the ocean

Any man loves the ocean

Otherwise it couldn't drown us so

All of us jumping ship

Either known or unknown

significant and insignificant alike

I once saw a telivision programme in which a blind man walked further & further into the whelming tides

He was doing it intentionally

Naturally

(Rona, the tv can be marvelous

These snobs don't know what they are missing

That look of a lack of signal*

, for instance

It's like the last broadcast from my soul

Hope you watch it sometime)

Yours sincerely,

lost at sea,

me

*no more words, no more images

only Blue Light

what prevails

She liked sand

He liked the dusk

So they moved to Sandusky

And lived there til they died

it doesn't mean I'm getting bored

I met her in a Japanese car park

She was carrying a brand new carpet

And was a newly wed

tales from the funeral

Ellie. She was dead sordid.

Angie. She wasn't sordid.

Ellie. Yeah she was. That magician sordid her dead.

Angie. That wasn't a magician, it was Garfunkel.

Ellie. He was dead sordid.

London to York: a play

Scene: A roguishly handsome man in his early thirties holds the head of his panting horse as she lays dying.

Dick. You and me Bess, we we were as thick as thieves.

He holds her until she dies, which lasts a significant amount of time, and then carries on his way by foot.

Bawdy

broads board boats on
east coast shore for Irish shore
to eventually arrive in Innismore
the land from where they got there hair
from their ma's ma and her ma and more

fish fish other fish deep beneath
fresher than fresh fish
unseen atop the sea

they are bound to pay the piper
for their papa

Nil By Mouth

ravenous, she nicks a couple of sweets from her neighbouring patient's bedside table. "Death by marshmallow" she says to her nephew, over the telephone. he laughs.