Showing posts with label Stephen Foster. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stephen Foster. Show all posts

Thursday, 31 January 2013

SLEEP

or FOR HARPER

for HF, SF and HF

Sleep is what you do,
what you've done,
what you've did.

And when you are held
you are asleep.

Strange, to be born asleep
to be asleep
to sleep.

One day you will wake.
One day you will open your eyes
and hands.

One day you will not be asleep.
Your eyes and hands will open.
Your mouth will open.

Then you will not be asleep.

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

DECKCHAIRS AND FLOWERPOTS

for SF

On the Titanic the deckchairs were shifted
to let the women and children through
to the lifeboats that waited on the upper decks.

It reminds me of the flowerpot I pushed
from an upstairs window on the head of a Bradford
millionaire. His bowler was dinted like fuck.