(1988)
If I had fingers, I would find things. I would fumble, feeling through drawers of cards and notes. Fond felicitations of folk, friends from days gone by; five new pence; four candles;...
Guys in Edinburgh Tried writing a poem pissed But sadly I missed
Crisp cold crunch of boots through… Silent, skeletal trees, hiding lit… Yet, you must watch for movement i… For fire dragons can sleep in stea… Still.
I feel you, Know you are there, Pressing close, Behind me. Yes.
You’d best not drink with Beth an… I’m pretty sure they’d make you si… Whilst at The Street or C.C. Bl… You’ll lose the key to your hotel… Wake up with Pringles in your bed…
Did you see? In her eyes, That sparkle? I think she knew you once, Or twice!
What is this fad collecting Exes… I am so glad we stayed friends. Oh yes he was over for the weekend… Now I know it’s nice to be nice. But banish the Ex to the fog of h…
Four march hares dashing, Running right to left, From my window. Three march hares dash back, Running left to right,
I like to pause and make a note in… I write them spare with meaning ye… A reconstitution of dehydrated mom… It’s good to share. Divine!
Today I invested some time. In, The space between the spaces. Pushing through gaps thinner than… A particle here,
I remember You, Your gutsy laugh, Your smile. The way you read the world, people… The jokes.
Creative genius, (I’ve heard it said,) Is nurtured in the madman’s head. His ups and downs, Frequent mistakes,
Mankind has filled the darkness, With violence and death, Death and hate, Hate and fear. He bleeds the planet dry to light.
Christmas may be merry, Or then it may be not. It may be filled with loss and mis… People who’re not there and wishin… They were.
If I had wit and words to write my love for you. I would not construct a poem whose rhyme and rhythm would pulse the beat of steady heart. For I do not possess the skill and wordsmith...