Those who favour the companionship of beer
To the solitude of a book
Combine both and you will never need another fuck.
For synthesising words and taste
Edifies the soul and illuminates the face
Like a flush of a rush of “how’s your Father”
With openings concealed and bedroom doors shut.
(A piece of nonsense, written at 12:00 last night)
DEATH AND THE RAIN AND THE SEA
If death were rain
It would fall on me
If death were sea
It would swallow me
If death were doves
They would fly with me
Death and the rain and the sea…
If death were true
It would release me
…And the doves
(Written a long time ago, when I was not feeling very happy)
Laughter and tears promote healing. If you do not feel, seek help.