And they look broken hearted You take your hand, square as a slice and place mine in it. Someone says ‘that’s filling for you,’ and I think of eating in the street,

What is it exactly that you plan to do with all the moments you saved; the stolen seconds that amassed to hours the sprinted escalator at Waterloo,

I think about our first year at university And the way your long brown legs Would fold messily beneath your bright summer top As you sat down on the grass by the lake.

Based on "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.

Magpie I watched you, Brother, hurl that half brick into the birchlings, followed the wails and found like you that splayed schematic of a magpie, ant-swarmed.

January 1987. And the number one song in heaven. 'Reet Petite' by Jackie Wilson. The radios of Berwick Street market, chiming crackled soul. And do you remember? it was the worst for years.

I heard the sound of church bell's ringing in the distance and was inspired to write this poem.

I will stare at you forever Vision of the sun, who will blind me. Whose aura is all glazed and silken, that stings like golden rays.