Today the last to be allowed to die / Will say her words and give the nurse the nod...

We two were born, entwined like vines, to share dull destiny...

Through the bathroom mirror’s condensation / I’m sizing up my hair for harvest time...

We fell asleep beneath red leaves / And left the goats to ramble / I dreamt of apple blossom, / You dreamt of apple crumble...

I often lie awake and wonder / About the things that I might like / If money were not an issue, / If space were not an object...

My folk, my family told in tales, were taller in those days...

Would you walk the trembling embers with me, Lord? / Would you walk the trembling embers with me, Lord?

For a decade we fought off the wild polar bears, / And laboured by day in forty-knot winds...

“Have you ever tried needles?” he asked, /Mancunian tongue, Gog saliva. /Thin and looking sorry for himself...

Benefactress, retired actress, / Please don’t fund my art...

There’s an industrial hum / At the art factory. / You can feel how far we’ve come / At the art factory...

Its dimensions are delicious: / All three of them equally so. / Its composition is comparable / In purity to snow...