A love in verse


Performed by

Just now I strode the road, wondering where

Happiness lies. Does happiness lie?

Is so much of that for which we care

Ephemeral, unreal? The case for which we cry?

Thinking of your sweetness, this thought intervenes:

That money-like love, for which God I thank – 

Is the source of true content, the currency, the means

To restore the balance: it’s money in the bank 



When I remember boyhood dreams I’m sad

That all I would accomplish was not done.

‘Not all’? I might more truthfully say...

Keep Calling Me

Loveliest, nowhere looking your age

Caressingly calling me a cunt – oh, my dear

The happiest of lovers, glad I’m not queer...