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?

The owl is out early
All the mice look up

The petals fall
About the rose
I take the stem
And the thorns
Prick my skin

A seagull waddles across the flat top of a roof
It pecks in the gutter
And looks at me as if I'm stupid




She is
All sorts
Of Love
Ly
Things




She comes in a box
With a bow
And in amongst
The straw
Are all sorts
Of feelings
All wrapped up

The spiral galaxy spirals
So many sons
So many daughters

Community is Dead
Long Live the Internet

The last of the sun
And late in the day showers
Make dirty red brick gold

Dirty red brick made gold
By late in the day showers
And the last of the sun

Scree hill
Ski hill
My feet slip and stick
I can do it because you're behind me