What I Wear for Writing
Sometimes I write naked
as a Neanderthal.
I write about bones and fire.
Or I'll put on the cumbersome
suit of an astronaut
and write about emptiness.
When the subject's sex
I find that a dinner jacket
and purple beret does the trick.
What am I wearing now, you ask.
It might be that black mask,
sailor's cap and bullet-proof vest
that I wear to formal occasions
and the State Opening of Parliament.
Or it could simply be my favourite
t-shirt with the boldy-printed slogan:
"I am your creation"
But I'd rather keep you guessing.
I have to leave something
to your imagination.