Dear Joe

Your delightfully named colleague Karl came round today;

he took a lot of pictures, made a lot of

promises. I think I shook his hand

four times? I hope he has a

nice day. It is spring now,

nice days seem to be in the air.

They float in through the prematurely

open windows

and I imbibe versions of them in my

small bedroom

where each lick is mushroom grey,

coating my lungs in delightful fungi.

Poem for Keiko Nishiyama

Unfurl in your living room

A rippling forest floor, replete with

Bell-shaped, pimple-drummed

Amanita muscaria: friend to the fearless;

Dream conductor; spirit igniter.

The condensation of all that was present

Falls as mist, draping you in fragments of

An imagination you never knew you were capable of

Possessing.