Tuesday, 29 September 2009

A hundred mes
Scattered over the bed
All of them in love

Monday, 28 September 2009

Leaving a home
Oily marks on the walls
Empty patches on the floor
Where the sofa used to be
Ought to be
An El of dust
Marks what was
And home
Feels like
A raid

Saturday, 26 September 2009

A scattering of golf balls
      On the brown field
                  And fill the air

Thursday, 24 September 2009

The leaves crackle
And the packets scamper
As I walk up the street
On the way to the postbox

Sunday, 20 September 2009

All these people
Hanging upside down from the clothes line

Friday, 18 September 2009

Orange: Night time leaves
Orange: Night time pavements
Orange: Night time walls
Night time railings are black

Wednesday, 16 September 2009

You could fit a layer of skin
Between our hands
To keep you and I apart
Which is kind of like real life, isn't it?
Red lines on your lips
I push and you dissolve
Because you are not there
There's a butterfly in the bathroom
I can't open the window

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

On my body
Pieces of fashion
Jumbled up
Everyone in The Meadows has a bright orange shopping bag
Pink pink pink
Dulux colours in the sky

Monday, 14 September 2009

Honey covered porridge with pumpkin seeds on top

Saturday, 12 September 2009

A spider has spun a web of cracked glass at the corner of my window
In a hundred and fifty years all the light will be splintered
It's early morning
Five squirrels cross the road
Seagull chases pigeon

Thursday, 10 September 2009

I stare at the rails
Out the back of the train
W                i                d                e                r
S        h      i    n  y

Wednesday, 9 September 2009

Dirty grey mops
Smother the trees

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

I'm walking, and I look up
The leaves move across
The leaves move against
The leaves move across

Saturday, 5 September 2009

I look over
                                                                        The waterfall
                                                                                        Go round
                              Carving out my insides

Friday, 4 September 2009

Water leaves the beach
The bed has made lines in your back
The bed has made lines in your back
Like when water leaves the beach

Wednesday, 2 September 2009

Brass rubbed to the pavement
A rain soaked parking ticket
A rain soaked parking ticket
Brass rubbed to the pavement