PROMPTS

The smell of old ferries

A policeman tells me you are dead

CARRIAGE

Would you like a ride in my flying-saucer?

The things we have never learned to say

Do ghosts go on holiday?

I would like to blink less and wink more

Sun: the great, amazing sun

I am not too old to have forgotten shame

Our skins grow together

My mother applies a poultice to her belly

If you are in America do we really see the same sea?

On Parliament Hill

I ask about the others

The nightwatchman reading Proust

Pornetry

Eating raw chillies for fun

Prince Lear

We need a new slogan and a few deaths

Cabin Fever

The fun it must be to be an extra-terrestrial

If poems held the walls together

The reptile-Keeper married my ex-wife

When they start blowing up doctors

I the West are Westerns sea-stories?

I have three rabbits but tonight I’m washing my hare