The tide is out
And an army of white horses
Pay homage to Michael Jackson

The tide is out
And an army of white horses
Moonwalk

Please sleep
Come
Wash over me
Dissolve me
Shut eyes
Deep breaths
But the words go round and round in my head and won't shut up, bumping into each other and making dreams, half awake dreams even though I want to be asleep, properly asleep, so I'll wake refreshed and not have all this bouncing round and round in my head
Until tomorrow
Which is already here

I pick
The flecks
Of dust
From
Your face
You
Have been
Asleep

Asphalt
Dashed lines
Streaming
Home

We need for this rain to dissipate, he said.

The blood hardens on my skin
Prickles come up all around
The scab turns black
And falls away
Leaving pink skin

Lampposts cross each other
Praise the Lord

I miaow at the cat in passing

There are worlds where we are together
There are worlds where we are apart

Greasy bus
Hooded kids
A dirty rainy day

The trees are painted on the water

Muesli crunch
And ice cold milk

I put my fingers in her hair
And lift it so the light is split
There is nothing to do

Lost tourists
With large bags
Wonder if
The empty school
Is their hotel

Pink salmon
Green broccoli
Red tomatoes
Cream potatoes

Lines in my pillow
Made by my fists

The display falls to the floor and shatters
Leaving only a hand to twitch
I will always love you

I'm gone
How do I get my
Hands inside your clothes?