The raindrops fall under my lovers eyes
A multitude akin to memory
While deathly squalls rage a

Sitting alone watching the tube trains roll
Up to the bustling platform, It arrives.
Lights from

"So what is this mind of ours: what are these
atoms with consciousness? Last week's

I die of thirst beside the fountainhead,
and am least seen where most I am displayed.
Shadows are

The fantasies of a fool
Are his nightmares
But the dream
Of the wise is reality
Age is

This year I will not linger in the sea of self loathing
adrift in a boat made of mockery and

Intelligence is the language of love.
Smart wears close fitting dresses and perfume,
bright eyes

Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And,

Each evening, I roll up my trouser legs
To undo sundry straps of hook and loop
That stand in lieu

If you had not been, then was I also nothing
If you had not come into the silent world
bringing me

These wanderings through half-known roads and lanes
Raise expectations of some old

We climbed out of the car, me to smoke,
you to collect ladybugs. We both
stopped near a

With tracksuit bottoms over warm ' jamies',
Maggy emerges from her dust filled hole.
On the icy

Picture a diamond spinning against the dark,
flinging back the brilliance of a sun.
Move a little

A great symphony of fishy smells,
A herd of cats, a bird which swells
To weird proportions, then

Shall I compare thee to a weeping sore?
Thou art more ugly and more poisonous
Odious evil seeps

Fernando, I do sincerely extol thee.
You were as much passionate in symphony
as you were in death,

I cannot describe the Summer's green -
my poetry seems blind,
the Summer flowers I have seen
have

I wear my years upon my brow
like a crown that I have earned,
and my reflection tells me now
of

The red leaves set the trees on fire
and bleed upon the emerald grass
and all the crows I so

The days drown in November rain,
the droplets do their window dance,
they leave their colourless

You might call it 'scribbled words'
but I'll call each song: poetry
for it soothes the wound that