guardian.co.uk poster poems 4 (#3) artistofideas ["BOKE" was disallowed as a username by the guardian site] Comment No. 1060174 April 21 0:59 [Sunday teatime in California, and what else is there to do ...]   I WISH THERE WAS A COUNTRY fit for me. And somehow I'd been dumped there long ago. Fall off the turnip truck, and there she'd be. No not some girl, but FATE. And time was slow ...   ... enough to match the rhythm of my soul. With all my books downloaded in the womb, and Harry Potter's treasure cache as dole, and from the age of two Woolf's private room.   My recent thousand sonnets done by ten. A father with an empire who'd say, "Here, take your share of my army. Just say, when. There's no one in this world for you to fear."   Sure, like James McAvoy, a movie star who's bumping knees with Knightley at the bar.