When men die far away it is like sand settling, dust
In the room the women come, and usually go
SOOT
Through certain streets, dusty, deserted
Do not ask what it is
The corners of evening
Tinsel
A far sound, something falls, something breaks
BAYONET
It was a soft September night, almost October
There is always time
It’s a freaking waste-land
To murder and create
Do I Dare? Do I Dare?
I decide to revise
I pin you, you squirm
Old men collecting fag-ends
Full Moon
Basically, I was afraid
My mind creaks, like melting ice
The universe in a grain of sand
Mr Spock I presume?
After the cups, the marmalade, a little toast
Twinkle
Reading Annie
They think they’re all grown up now
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