Monday, February 16, 2009
'A tragic accident took their lives.'
I'm concerned about men who fall
from windows and houses that turn
into prisons of fire when a light is switched on.
I’m concerned about the accidents
which have yet to occur.
The roof is going to fall in.
My plane will crash. I will be killed
in a car smash. I will be the victim
of a knife attack.
Cancers harbour within me.
My mind is conspiring. I think I smell gas.
The kitchen is on fire. If I laugh heartily
I will succumb to fatal hilarity.
Chance is a fine thing.
And I’m not taking any.