as eyes seize it
mmmmmm
high above the power lines
a sunday plane
without your words
i am deaf dumb and blind
touch me again
mid-summer sunday
flies higher and higher
a dog barks
sunday morning
a car with four doors
closes ten
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
