- Analogy
- Apple
- Electricity
- In the Park
- He has an Armchair...
- The Rain Gauge
- Reading Sappho
- Well Rounded


- Cardigans
- The Cutters
- Electricity
- Zeno's Philosophy

- If a Man Won't Make...
- Love Poem
- Madame Butterfly
- Mutton
- Red
- Roundabout

Mutton

That once hour glass lady;
she clenches her buttocks
as if it might stop
her sand running out.

But it just makes her look
like she's chewing a lemon

with her arse.

First published in Little Brown Poetry
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