Wednesday, December 30th

13:30

She stares like a Dalek’s Eye-Stalk

In the womb, was I good or waiting?

By a pond: Winter

The sniper on his summer break

She walks in blazing, like a chandileer

The snail seeking salt

The tedious riddles called memory

Lock the door and beat the children

A spring is broken in my 3-piece suite

Dental hygiene the old way

Regret is burning me

Able seaman Faversham-Black

Stark mad the man who’d love her

The Daleks have learned to climb stairs

My ex-girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend’s ex

The things I once loved have withered so

Two bedrooms, kitchen-lounge-diner

The Kingdom of Evan is at hand

Beach-ball, Landmine, wire

The Earth is eyeless but it feels

It’s a kind of chocolate

May flaps in

My inside is outside: not good.

Time drew on but you did not come

Sadly, I look like my passport picture

I saw a snake, an actual snake

The horse lumbering; the stuttering plough