A Million Tons of Junk

Look at all that stuff!

Without electricity

It’s nothing but

A million tons of junk

Like me without you

But when you flip my switch

I am cathode rays
Neon signs
Humming radios

Radar blips

Torch lights

City lights

Satellites

The cries and shouts

And wails and hurrahs

Of Fender guitars

Of bands in bars

I am transformed

Capacitated

Transcended

By your loving

Electricity

In Good Shape

I Circle you

Like picnic bears

And cuddle you

All night

Triangle you

(Each corner

A space filled

With delight)

I Oblong you

My obligation’s

Elongate and sure

I Square you

To my conscience

And consciousness

And more

I Diamond you

You’re priceless

Your Star shape

Cannot fall

You’re my sweet

And sexy Hexy shape

But I Heart you

Most of all

You’ll Be Here

When the ice is as thick

as an ice-maiden’s shtick

and the sky is as grey

as Sam Beckett’s lost playand
the wind is as keen

as a miser is mean

and the winter’s as deep

as philosopher’s sleep,

you’ll be here for the ride

with a smile as wide and as warm

as a schoolgirls’ dorm

with a cuddle as close

as warm, buttered toast,

with a laugh as out loud

as a sky without cloud,

with a love as intense

as the sky is immense:

you’ll be here by my side