People find it rather strange

I come all by myself to Spain

That acrid smell of armpit juice,

And morning breath is quite uncouth.

Don’t squander your twinkle

WHERE’S MY PASSPORT?

Mountains of ideas

Meanwhile, Jimmy chewed.

What did wish to learn?

What did he wish to hide?

Charm of Istambul

Radiance

Tickle my toes

FOR NATASHA AND SABINA DE HENEY

After the school dance

We lay in bed,

Fluorescent with fervour,

Discussing who danced with who,

I hope you chipped your nail polish on the way out.

And just like that a complete stranger

On a bus saves two ridiculous

Exhausted twenty-something-year-olds

From a night on the streets.

Beware of the fiction

I’d wear green lace

And sway like a stoned

Ballerina

I think I’ll make another cup of tea

What was I thinking?

Yellow with elements of grey

Might you maybe,

Bend and snap,

At a worm, or a gnat,

Or at something like that?