There was no way i could fail.Q1. Describe the taste of the Moon.It tastes like Creation I wrote,it has the flavour of starlight.Q2. What colour is Love?Love is the colour of the water a manlost in the desert finds, I wrote.Q3. Why do snowflakes melt?I wrote, they melt because they fallon to the warm tongue…
Falling in love was like falling down the stairsEach stair had her name on itAnd he went bouncing down each one like a tongue-tiedlunaticOne day of loving her was an ordinary yearHe transformed her into what he wantedAnd the scent from herWas the best scent in the worldFifteen he was fifteenEach night he dreamed of…
‘Nothing like this has happened before,We will have to chop off your head.’‘It’s only my finger stuck up my nose,It’s only my finger!’ I said.‘I see what it is,’ the doctor replied,‘But we’ll still have to chop off your head.’He went to the cabinet and took out an axe.I watched with considerable dread.‘But it’s only…
Time’s pissed up against them.I imagine the sea routes it’s followed,Sailing through the world’s sunken veinsWith its cargo of longings;A little boat that’s nuzzled its wayInto the armpits of forests,That’s sliced through the moon’s reflection,Through the phosphate that clings to the lips of waves.I knew its crew once,Those boys manacled to freedomWho set sail over…
And friendship has passed.And whole days are lost and among themA fountain empties itself.And sometimes it happens that you are loved and thenYou are not loved,And love is past.And whole days are lost and among themA fountain empties itself into the grass.And sometimes you want to speak to her and thenYou do not want to…
I dressed, sneaked down the stairsAnd opened wide the door.I had not seen such snow before.Our grubby little street had gone;The world was brand-new, and everywhereThere was a pureness in the air.I felt such peace. Watching every flakeI felt more and more awake.I thought I’d learned all there was to knowAbout the trillion million different…
When the boys in school red my ritingSome of them laffedBut now I am the dictaterThey have to rite like meUtherwise they cannot pasTher GCSESome of the girls were okBut those who laffed a lotHave al bean rownded upAnd hav recintly bean shotThe teecher who corrected my spelingAs not been shot at alBut four the…
One week or a few centuries?How long does a man spend living or dyingand what do we mean when we say gone forever?Adrift in such preoccupations, we seek clarification.We can go to the philosophersbut they will weary of our questions.We can go to the priests and rabbisbut they might be busy with administrations.So, how long…
dress seven summers old is kept openin memory of sex, smells warm, of boys,and of the once long grass.But we are colder now; we have notLove’s first magic here. You come to meQuiet as bulbs not yet brokenOut into sunlight.The fear I see in your now lining faceChanges to puzzlement when my hands reachFor you…
To places he had only known from maps,And all his life had longed to be.The house he lived in was narrow and greyBut in his mind’s eye he could seeSweet-scented jasmine clinging to the walls,And green leaves burning on an orange tree.He spoke of the lands he longed to visit,Where it was never drab or…
