Within this life I find
that I'm craven
I could have been wine
but instead of that I'm
a raison
All of the time
I find I need a haven
I should have been wine
but I'm
a raison
Poems
Raison d'être
Today I got run over
Sometimes I feel like crying
I feel like that a lot
Sometimes I have a reason
but mostly I have not
Rubbish poem
The rubbish men come
& swear & spill the rubbish in the street
& break glass
they feed their giant rubbish truck
an odd animal, which eats from its behind
& then they're gone
leaving the detritus of the detritus
that they've took away
And then comes the street sweeper
with his brush & cart
& look of placid disgruntlement
Such a seamless operation
you'd think they must be acting in concert
But the sweeper has never met the rubbish men
& knows them only by their litter
He's told on Monday go here
on Tuesday go here
and as if by magic, the streets are paved with rubbish