Click here to hear the poet read his words:
lost
you point up to a shooting star
say I should wish upon it
tell me I must honour you
with a poem or a sonnet
you laugh at my strange accent
say it sounds like I am lost
so I follow you from high white peaks
to the salty azure coast
I play this tune on my guitar
but the rhythm seems all wrong
my fingers bleed my voice breaks down
when I try to sing your song
an image on a postcard
a frozen waste a polar bear
you didn’t even sign it
just wrote wish you were there