Shipping Forecast
She made a starshape
on the ground
drew me up with marmite fingers.
She was the most English of girls
hair hung straight to pretty curls.
Ducking for froth with the end of her nose.
Harry Nillson poured out on a cartridge.
It starts to rain.
All our wishes came unstuck
all that we wanted.
There’s truth in travellers’ tales
there was this girl.
In the summer I’ll be boring them
both with castles
when we’re apart.
All our wishes came unstuck
all that we wanted.
I have been there
spinning with the payload
“It’s a bomb dear –
elbows off the table.”
One by one cloudless and starry
age of reason sheer weight of numbers.
Took the path to the top of the hill
stopping for breath
stopping for holding on.
Where do we go from here
right to the end
right to the end of the sky.
The older I get the less it makes sense
the colder I get.
When you are there
it starts to make a little bit of sense.
When you’re not around
it doesn’t make any sense anymore.
It’s all fallen down.
Vespasian brought his legion here
now it’s all fallen down.
Vespasian brought his people round
now it’s all fallen down.
Within the circle of a Kathryn wheel
that starts to burn and turn
away from here.