My Loss

you don't try hard for the lines, the marks, the notes

that slip, that glaze, that perfect choux

because the ego is gone and that means death

(approach friend etc)

Another fishy Chelsea Monday

among the parrots and art fair paraphernalia

The Geography Trips

and every careful following of care,

be it Vezey to the haystack or

a magnanimous offer of assistance in tyre fixing

(how you gamed me)

Im sorry for being a joyless bastard

Hats off to Richard Williams..

Who only sits here - too large -

unbeknown to mist.

Probably under a tree

Probably got my teenagers dancing tonight

Probably drove to Nottingham to make spaghetti

Probably one of a few possible folk

I missed.