copyright The Poetry Organisation
21st July 2003


Once again his work suspended lay
Between the going of two women
Delicious with uncertainty
Now that Julia had left him
His fearless double muse reburned
As women closed him in the dance
He learned to watch them draw away
The beads of inspiration from his heart
Until a thousand threads of sentiment
Had pulled apart like ships upon his Gulliver
Or he on them he didn't care
Wrapped within a warm Sargasso Sea
Bermuda triangle of his love
With one eclipsed then two could shine
For seas of thought that boiled again
His krakens rusing from the deep
At two am. in fitful sleep
And as his power had returned
With their words devour the world