as eyes seize it
mmmmmm
power lines
pussy cat willow
my mother’s face hidden
in the pollen of time
high on the wall
the gas mantle hardens
- as i was saying
trooping the colour
divorced from reality
tomorrow’s children
an apparition
you know it from its form
not from its name
to be
or not to bother
what was the question
world cup
mob rule with rules
home goal
a wet afternoon
a bee peregrinates
the moon’s perchance
as the silence descended
our thoughts roosted
that wasp
the spider has it
yes yes yes
oh for the days
when news was history
and tomorrow was maybe
emotions
tangled like coat hangers
~ rattlesnake
