THE WILLOW WOMAN.

As I stared out to the lake
the willow woman wailed.
She said "My dear, oh deary me.
You must tell me your tale!"
I said "Well give me tuppence half a -"
She said "Nay! I'll give thee half a crown
to hear the sullen story behind that dead set frown."

I didnt see the point in half a crown or throne.
I didnt see the point in ruling half alone,
but sombrely I stood and regaled in baritone
the reason for my sombreness
that had thus surely grown.
I cleared my throat before confirming
in the cold harsh light of day
that those I give my heart to
just wont give theres away.

I pondered quite dumbfounded
"Just what do I do wrong?"
The woman grasped my hand and said
"They werent right all along."

I AM AN ANT.

I am an ant.

No, I am not your childs play thing.
I don't want to be put in
a used ice cream tub thankyou,
bored out of my fucking mind
while your kid gives me a name
like "Rosie" or "Ermentrude".

I am not Rosie.
I am not Ermentrude.
I am an ant.

I have no personality, no name,
nor a history.
I work for my Queen
and I will defend her to death
if you so much as think
of putting little sticks in our holes
on the ground.
Do not think of pouring
boiled water
over us either.
For our souls will unite in heaven
and watch as you grow
into the nations favourite serial killer.

I am an ant.
Now fuck off.
I'm busy.

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE.

Skin-tight with longing, like dangerous girls
still tight to touch but no innocent peach.
The tomatoes reel, drunk
like cinnamon kisses that taste inside the mouth,
divine from the vine.

I am burdened as the sky,
it’s a ceiling that never gets repainted,
clouds upset, buckets pour
sweat onto a face embracing love, wide open.
They varnish onto earth.

This is one way to say it,
to speak without words, one wave.
The girl gone, you left.
I loved you, all over.

And this is another.
I tasted love in places no one else has.
Last year in August I hung
myself on the rope you gave me,
my head between my knees, looked up
and saw you tugging, tighter,
flirting with the atmosphere.
Take the lead, its two to tango,
but you were here,
the sun circled the earth
and the sky had no gravity.

September will fall
on top of us
with twilights metal,
I stroke nipples with nickels,
loose change,
(penny for your thoughts?)
from a pocket. Quicker than
flash Harry you were naked.
An oar can fight water
but I can not fight temptation.
I will look up from my feet
and see the same rope and smile.
We can catch the leaves red handed,
flush faced with hot breath in shells of ears
embracing smoke.
With you I hear the sea.
Long may we drown in it.