This park, deserted
save for Dragon and myself...

Realisation
of how much weight I had lost...

This is just a test
for the real thing would not be...

When your kingdom comes
know the slaves who built your throne...

Vain but embarrassed
she snaps a selfie quickly...

Darkness echoes cicadas,
tree frogs, bats & cats...

When I'm taking things
to a new level it's stuff...

If you can’t be real
I don’t need your paper heart...

I see the dormice
scurrying home...

Fourteen years you've pulled me
along in your ecstasy at being...

Your pin prick of scorn
devastates worse than anger...

It’s become common
practice for us all these days...