Love is not a talent

I said ‘Let’s undress’ and she put her head sideways

and said ‘Um’ quietly in the kind of light I would sometimes see

when swimming underwater in a blue Boticelli robe

under a hemisphere of cloud scenery filled with an ever-moving

train of changing, melting forms of every colour

all vanishing away …

There must be no vagueness.

I want Patricia and I want a dog

and so I do a dog and then

I do another dog and so

I am the other dog.

I am very fond of the girls taking it easy

just below the prophets.

My behaviour is quite difficult.

Fish dart in and out of the coral reef.

A green parrot is also a green salad and a green parrot.

Thoughts on RISING MOON with raving-mad splendour of orange twilight glow:

my fingers emit sparks of fire with expectation of my future labours.

They are fireflies – the little bits of me thrown freely about…

A continuous parcel-opening experience leaks

through loopholes in the thickest shade.

As I walked in the snow I felt as if she was talking through the wall.

No one was in any hurry.

Here and there things slowly moved off.

The letters dot the grass like wildflowers.

I so to speak ensnare them.