You are my life: there’s no divide
Hard words could cause or temper bring
I love you more than being or thing
On earth was ever loved: inside
The soil of every angry scene
A new seed sends shoots, fresh and green
Good year, 1996
Dead weight everywhere – sky’s loaded,
Heavy with grey. No wind to break
This sombreness...
It’s farce and there’s nothing like it
So stupid, ‘gainst the grain
Don’t publicise – don’t mic it...
