We are flying through the universe

hand in hand

we don’t need ground control

or oxygen or rocket motors

we’re quite high enough

hand in hand

It might be love

It might be dope or the little white pill I took

It doesn’t really matter much

You’re a crazy wild eyed woman

And I love it when you loop the loop

Flying through the universe

With your hair a mess

A...

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Recently I took Sylvia Plath on holiday to Antigua.

We were barely acquainted

but I felt it was time to get to know each other better.

We could have met forty years ago but I shied away

and she did not force herself

though she moved in and lived in my spare room

the one with the old books unread and dusty.

Once or twice as the years passed she came into my room

la...

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He was doing fifty when he hit black ice and went into a skid.

For an instant he thought he glimpsed God’s eye

and saw a spark in there, a glimmer of light.

It might have been recognition

maybe God knew him

or there again he may himself have been the spark, in the glimmer he saw.

Was he in the eye, the eye of God?

Perhaps it was his soul,

if you believed in such things, whi...

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