New Year's Eve 15:12
Something about geese, high, oblivious
Are we queueing to get in or to leave?
A woman, empty of her temporary joys
The dust that falls on polished shelves
Here, have a fishbone
Politicians, like vampires, must be invited in
Two roads diverged. I flipped for it.
It might be the sun that makes us shiver
Summon the dogs, the cats, the birds
A face like a ruined caravan
Whoever, whatever, you are
I thought others were passing through, until it was my turn
The horses smell the fear
Your tiny gatherings of sorrow
Once a year the shopping trolleys dance
Esso Blue at the Pictures
See what is to be seen. Report back.
As the fading echo meets the fluttering bird
A flash of sunshine between trees: a golden tube
Brass Bands, Flags and Bullshit
You are a host for passing, ambivalent air
I need eggs, milk, ammo
Jesus Christ has joined the board of directors
You leave out certain parts. What do I love?
Fifty Shades of Drivel
The tribe is scattered; there is only you
Whose woods are these? The Conglomerate’s