Yum yum
gimme some 
it goes 
down hot
and warms
inside out
one small 
cup and 
fill’er up
that’s all 
I need 
of love 

I have plenty 
plenty of this 
plenty of that
of love of
food of water 
and of warmth 
why then is
plenty not enough 
plenty sounds luxurious 
whilst enough sounds 
like I’ve settled 
enough love enough 
food enough water 
is enough this 
side of scarcity 
and on the
way to plenty 
did I take 
a wrong turn 
the wrong exit 
or direction no
this enough that 
I have is
plenty for me 

Do I dare
set foot there
outside of blanket 
without a care
the kitchen’s where 
to concoct elixir 
teaspoons of rare
beans laid bare
ground to bits 
then I sip

People come and
they go like 
the wind sometimes 
a breeze and 
sometimes a storm 
but whichever they 
are they don’t 
stay for long 
and if they 
do stop long
enough they disappear 
carrying on to
somewhere and someone 
else but leaving 
their debris behind 

There’s nothing 
to say
little else 
to feel 
whittle away 
I will 
the memory 
still genteel