The sky was overcast and the air bit savagely as...
An undulating swell of heavy murky water...

Upon a rock we once revolved
Self-appointed pious souls...

Sitting on the loo...

Breaking skin
And revealing...

Hairy wolves and witches gurn
Along the streets tonight, so...

Cafe of contemplation
Swirling the blackness, provoking thought pools...

The path of separation
Echoes of grandeur sound upon my throne...

Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen...

A blackened tongue
a wisp of smoke...

Ghosts
rev their bikes, then...

Debbie is cleansed so
does not need reminding of...

walking through that storm
became more like backward steps...