Epitaph (1985)
When I died
this is what they put on my headstone:
“HE
DIDN’T COME TO DANCE
HE CAME TO WRITE POETRY”
Colours (1985)
in brown, you look gorgeous
in grey, you are stunning
in pink, you look ravishing
but in blue!
In blue
you
look ordinary
Gnats (1986)
gnats confused
flying in droves
lost
in a short life
Beam (1986)
oh
beam
crack’d
by
time
wood wormholes are eating you away
one day
beam
you
may collapse
perhaps
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