Foreign naïve natives, look down on the influx
From six other continents
Where this cold weather’s too much,
Where flowers are crooked, lop sided from the concrete
Litter, dirt, dust on every street
Corners shared when criminals meet,
Politicians, pimps, prostitutes are beautifully ugly alike
One mask worn in daylight versus the other worn at night

Soapy water, soapy water
Let your bubbles console me like I am your daughter
Silly girls always forget what mama taught her
I’ve put my heart, body, mind and soul through slaughter

We’re here, we’re friends
Almost were lovers, back then
The politics, will never end
We said bye before we began

Saving faces, ego’s strong,
History deep, his-story’s long
Our unintended story could compose a song
Then write an album; and go on and on
Pride is passion, yours is power
Defences got weak, by love- devoured
You frequent my thoughts, several times an hour
Feelings= Confusion, explains ours.

From the sea,
Girl, I hear your voice,
Full of pain,
Full of desire,
So intense,
So full of rage,

From nothing to something,

From spirit to matter,

This is how it goes,

When creation is on fire;

My mind was racing.
It was some years from now.
We were together again in our old flat.
You were admiring yourself adjusting your hat.
“Oh of course I was mad then,” you said with a forgiving smile,
“Something snapped in me and I was mad for a while.”

In London

every now and then

I get this craving

An omnibus across the bridge

Crawls like a yellow butterfly,

And, here and there, a passer-by

Shows like a little restless midge.

New thoughts confounding, arising arousing.
flying to toil..a strange and ravaged river lending it’s anger to our lord till he boils with fury.

I have a pet fish.
It loves me so much.
It demands only to swim in my saliva.