Soft Boiled Eggs

The soft boiled eggs

I ate in childhood

Their felt tipped smiles

Promising alchemy

Line up now

Roll called

Stern faced

Carrying hatchets

Day Return

Shall I take a day return

To a cupboard in school

Safe at the back

Of the history block

With some moths

With some maps

And those mops

Call Girl

I could just call a call girl

Call her Juliet or Mary

I could sit and do the crossword

She could cook a Coq au vin



She could drive me to the airport

Wave her hanky on some jetty

A white flicker on the shoreline

Seagulls tangled in her hair