Like a baby soft-skinned
I did not elect to see the heat and rumble
something other becoming me
I watch TV to know you better it's got that bad
those circuits useless
invite your worst behaviour sorry about that
and all for what?
Cross the river chest-high
in abdomen from white light
played-out dimension
talk dimension, abattoir, money
go to line's end they've run out of food
hooks and bullies climb the stairs
love the village love the view?
I picture Llanfawr woods beside the canal
promises on sides of trees
your words like feather grass
phrases of song skim the pool
Some things I remember
through the smell of parkland
the sound of children
a powerpoint light bulb in shadows
conveyor belt production line
not much to carry a beat a breath
kneel to pick up fallen petals no reason
flip pages free newspaper
sit on a bench in the train
knit to finish a row
step aside for the driven religious
everyone is not quite all there
I will find somewhere to go
Cut-down trees, stumps
the soil now so dry
it chokes
godless