Stepped briskly into his large back garden He was looking for the pink moon Above the rich orchards of Penlice But it was hidden by heavy clouds It was while he was standing by the pool That he heard the roar of the night winds A storm was coming it was not far away

I collect mosses from dry stone walls So that I may line your pillows And bring you the gift of sleep

When travelling on the local bus I imagined A female athlete running beside the vehicle Wearing a blue and green track suit She is now an important member Of my happy clappy church

I imagined the sand dunes The rough grasslands As I walked along my Good Friday Beach

Scrambling shrubs Late of hedgerows Woodland edges Sweet scented pink Wild summer flowers

I was born in Bath And worked in Wells Living next door To a girl named Shells She chewed gum On our frequent dates We soon broke up Yet remained good mates I often read dime novels Long past their prime And slowly got pissed On lemon and lime

Undress Undress in front Of the television Matilda As it wants To see you Without clothes

Was written by A.P. Paz about five years ago It was released without much fanfare But soon became a book of choice When it featured in an action movie White Sister Black Sun Which tells the story Of five astronauts travelling Towards the moon And their memories of the deserts Of their childhood years

The red and yellow garage was prominent at night It could be seen from the hills and South Alaska New I could see Theo and Pauline sitting on the midnight wall My apartment was shrouded in a semi- darkness I decided to offer them my spare room As even Athens could be cool on late […]

The moon is indeed a kind mother Who cares for me as I dream