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

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

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 

A spray of cloud
Dilutes
Frills
Frays

In the mist and the cold
The rain makes it through to my shoulders
I stare up and the world fades
I take off my clothes
And step into the mist
It's cold
But it grows warm

Splinters thorns
Forearm burns
Nettle stings
Underlings

I pull
Unravel
Your clothes
You drink wine
On the couch
Unaware
Of the thread
In my hands

Under the beams 
Of our dreams 
We lace 
And we hold 
Until wake 
ing Reveals 
Us as pillows