Saturday, 12 December 2009

The sparks go up in a fountain
I can see you through the shower
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Friday, 11 December 2009

Your hair glows red
When light meets dark

Wednesday, 9 December 2009

A huge white totem sticks straight up
The duck rights itself and quacks
A bare bulb
In a white room
Translucent curtains
A sun coming

Sunday, 6 December 2009

I put my arms around you. The wind is strong, orange leaves.
I put my arms around you.
The winter comes, and there is ice.
I put my arms around you.
The darkness comes and a stranger comes.
I put my arm around you.
Two children, double pushchair.
I put your hand in mine.
I press my fingers between yours.

Saturday, 5 December 2009

The ghosts wipe their eyes
They can't believe what they're seeing

Tuesday, 1 December 2009

Underneath the casing
Inside the box
Spiders scramble to get out of the way
My past
Hidden
Forgotten
It is time for it to emerge

Sunday, 29 November 2009

The p u n c t u r e d holes of a tear-off slip
Birds
Against
The sky

Saturday, 28 November 2009

A strange mist has come down
And Arthur's Seat is wiped from the skyline

Wednesday, 25 November 2009

And it rained for 3000 years...
Murder and vengeance and chocolate

Monday, 23 November 2009

The crunch of ice
In my mouth
Cold comfort
For a love lost

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

The mackerel in the tin is congealed
Not for breakfast

Monday, 16 November 2009

The streets were quiet and the dogs howled.
Rabid foxes roamed the streets.
Glass cracked under his feet.
And the world was scattered. There was no day.
Only night.
And he was alone.

Friday, 13 November 2009

Hold tightly
It's really cold
Stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp
Those feet
And the worms will come up

Tuesday, 10 November 2009



Three little blackbirds and fifteen seagulls
Cleaning

Fluorescent lights
Out the window I stare
To where real light is
And dreams

Monday, 9 November 2009

The mist is around the trunks of trees
Subway West End
Three o'clock in the morning

Thursday, 5 November 2009

White crepe ribbons 
Washed 
Faded 
The moon paints them across the sky 
I walk beneath 
Cold air in my lungs 
Throat 
It cuts my hair 
But I feel clear 
I can see 
Everything