Starting now I’m going to start putting up my poems which I think are worth having online. This one I wrote in March 2007, I think.
The desert’s so dry
There’s water over the dune but the clowns don’t know it, they’ve never looked that far
They hold a market and hawk their wares
Each trying to convince that theirs are best
So that they can earn more sand
To keep in a treasure chest in their homes which are just square plots drawn out in the wasteland
But no-one’s selling water
And water will not be sold
Those laughless clowns struggling to earn the sand under their feet
And so they die of thirst there
Looking down to find the sun.