as eyes seize it
poetry these days
selling the emperor’s new clothes
by other emperors
OCD
my umpteenth book
NO END
when all is nonsense
that only the senses matter
make sense
confetti
in the cherry tree
mr & mrs sparrow
through the wet hedge
the postman in his red van
dons his waterproofs
ten thousand suns
in one massive black hole
my blank expression
knocking back my sake
i spot the roof spider
welcome welcome
lambs wool
or the white clouds of spring
neither
a photograph of a bomb
exploding a myth
my neighbour is
power-spraying the inside
of my skull
singularity
all of the outside
is inside
daily newspaper
between travel and luxury
the obituaries
