Verse 1 (from poetry/prose collection "Life")

*Aged 10 - embarking on a rather pretentious (not to say ambitious)
charting of a life from birth to death with alternating passages of
poetry and prose (God, i was weird) This is the first of the poetry
pieces**

first it starts as a seed in a womb
all cuddled up in a little black room
then finally made with two lungs and a heart
out of a woman's tube, then a new start
i am crying
mum's almost dying
pushing me in a pram to sleep
fading, fading, going deep
i dream of the nicest things, winning the pools
going to blackpool
nightclubs and schools
then i wake up, scream in my cot
mum gives me a bit of milk, but that's my lot
the kids take me down and start to play

but they get bored
so am i
for the rest of the day