Oh the grand of Duke of York, he had ten thousand men, he sent them out to fight on a hil… while he sat back drinking gin. And when they were happy they were…

We dream of nothing sleepwalk to the end speak to no-one only pretend In front of my eyes is a picture

Those thunderous Gods whipping cauliflower petticoats sk… a shoes-off call to their pregnant… gaining weight against the light Insect flights, crackle rumble,

Quiet is the whisper the first confess in an ear close to midnight when others are at rest A secret kiss in darkness

Stop being so still inanimate objects move to my will

This morning’s focus is lost in my head This morning’s traffic made another one dead This morning’s talking points

Love is a secret word whispered between dirty fights found under the covers of moonligh… tight into ears from lips to soul

Silence but for the ebb and flow of echos in a stilling mind reaching for a pause

The page was waiting like the dark liquid poured itself luminous in the night-time dim orange shed, orange head full of unburnt connections

We lay on the beach saw, from shifting sand, a friendly fight, a dolphin show, a picture of us,

Striding with purpose I pass the perfume “No thanks” past glitter doll eyes and boxes to die for

Lost in this city I call to the twinkle star minds with a whisper the crowds respond with no words or time

I thought I was dreaming when the midnight sun rose like a ringtone in the silence of my night in this small universe

“All aboard”, the Captain cries music to my ears Up the fog soaked ramp the ocean mist already claims me into the wooden creaks