Pigeons in a shitty hole
Pecking at Macdonald's polystyrene

Bent over each other
Breaking up

Car noise wipes my ears
It's like the sea, faraway
I press my face into the grass

Itchy mist

The bed groans with my breathing
I hear the springs inside moving
I hug the bed and wish it was someone

Two picked daisies;
Little old ladies on my windowsill
There are 22,000 children outside

I will complete 14 tasks today
The old man will walk across the park




Spattered swirls
On a Deep Blue Sea
And
A boat
On sifted mist

Cabbage Whites
From water

A cloud of birds;
Black flies against the sky

Buildings are dead
Trees are alive

It's black and white comic strip rain outside
And I settle into my book

47 seagulls in The Meadows
All approaching me...

Necks extended
Two swans in flight

Damp soily smells; and
Green all around my eyes

Seven moles on a barbed wire fence

Roadwork smoke
And Lady Gaga
7.53 in the morning

Fluffy grey balls
With beaks and tails
And feet you cannot see

Daylight made faint by the corridors and closed windows
Lifts me from my sleep

Icky yucky sour stuff running down the back of my throat

Slip
Inside
The
Sheets
Of
An
Ice
Clean
Bed




Duck silhouette;
A
Rorschach
Blot
On the silver
Water

The pain
The crying
Cracked hands

A red hole in my skin

Spots of white sheep against a green field

Love
Arrested their hearts
And stilled the air in their lungs

Croissants
Pulled apart by long fingered hands

Clouds like cauliflowers
Packed up in a box

The eyes he makes are real.

Diamond dust water
Freezes and falls

Cherry blossom swirling
My feet slap against the tarmac

Apples falling sideways
Frisbees in the air

The sun lifts the dew from The Meadows.