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 

 bus stop

you wait for one and then … 

cherry blossoms

 april sparrows

popping their cherry

in the cherry tree

 the circle line

thoughts go around and around

no start and no end

 and then they hatch

ten thousand spiders singing 

in giggling colour

 silence is moving

around the shapeless edges

not one ripple