April 26th, 2oo9

I want to build a cob house
and have three children and make them wings and tutus

Fish and rice fish and rice, pineapple and apples and grapes
wholegrain waffles with kiwi and strawberry and banana and honey

audrey hepburn and edie sedgwick.
old novels and comfy chairs.

twinkling lights coloured glass and gauzy curtains.
owls and fireflies...

April 19th, 2oo9

A singing, fearless, waste of space.
I dreamt I was drowning with you.
The bubbles of your song floated to the surface,
And played for the sky your last lamentation.

But we weren't really scared,
Just playing the parts assigned at birth;
Human to a fault,
With flaw and fear abound.

Secretly, we accepted death with open arms
Because there was nothing else.