December. (work in progress)

Do not tell me everything on skype
leave some things unsaid for
rainy December cafe conversations

Do not send me google maps or coordinates
leave your body uncharted for
rainy December garret explorations

I am well past that point in time
when , had you been here
I would have touched you on the wrist or shoulder
perhaps leant in to pick a piece of lint from your coat
or pushed a stray hair back from your brow
that would have let you know
I had passed that point in time

that point where interest turns to affection.

And if suddenly becomes when.

God comes to a child in a dream.

Visiting a childrens cancer ward
in my capacity as poet
I knelt beside a bald headed child
studiously writing
tongue out
deep in concentration


I asked him and he replied 
I am writing about god and Jesus
listen


god came to me in a dream 
and said
Jesus was my favourite
and I made him suffer
Imagine what I am going to do to you!


the child went on to say
that the priest at the playground
said he looked cute with his bald head.

The next Event

Friday 24th September


the Tabernacle, Powis square, London W11.


Doors open 7.30.  Stuff happens 8.00.


Tickets £7.00