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

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

And it rained for 3000 years...

Murder and vengeance and chocolate

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

The mackerel in the tin is congealed
Not for breakfast

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.

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



Three little blackbirds and fifteen seagulls
Cleaning

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

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

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