(warning-rubbish poem, was written on the spot in...
Flies...

As you take my life in your fingers
Tear into tiny strips...

At the top of the field is where my heart lies
Where the long grass frames the shallow skies...

In the fields of lavender
a woman lies...

The sharp blue of the nighttime smells icy
The rising, falling drone of waves of metal of...

Take the long silver dagger
Lay me on the ground...

Liquid darkness flows around
Twitching in the air...

I climbed the threadbare carpet stairs
To my messy bed...

Down the sloping garden
The small child rolls...