A poem for my friends.
"Waiting for Tracey"
I heard the children
Playing in the school next door
I heard the helicopter
I miss the water
I miss the water
I hear the abstract artist
I hear the intellect of the
Young Jew
We discuss our love of Tel Aviv
and sleepless anticipation
Of Jerusalem.
I want to write "if I were a Muslim"
Waiting on the ground for Tracey Emin
On Princelet
In Spitafields, paper damp from sprinkles
Paper damp from droplets....
Val Kilmer