The Only Time I Ever

Midnight, And The Clock Strikes. It Is Christmas Day, The Werewolves Birthday, The Door Of The Solstice Still Wide Enough Open To Let Them All Slink Through.

The Kind Of Power Mothers Have Is Enormous. Take The Skyline Of Istanbul - Enormous Breasts, Pathetic Little Willies, A Final Revenge On Islam. I Was So Scared I Had To Crouch In The Bottom Of The Boat When I Saw It.

Sad; So Sad, Those Smoky-rose, Smoky-mauve Evenings Of Late Autumn, Sad Enough To Pierce The Heart.

He Was A Lovely Man In Many Ways. But He Kept On Insisting On Forgiving Me When There Was Nothing To Forgive.

Proposition One: Time Is A Man, Space Is A Woman.