Blue in colour with a hint of red
one calming, one inviting...

On the compost heap
autumn leaves raked, tidied, stacked...

Isolation is when you wake up
with someone else's dream on your tongue...

Morning newspaper
the world's depression in print...

...until
the crack found its home...

Bread
freshly baked...

The US leader
a very important man...

Floating on a downy cloud
of rainbow coloured dreams...

Insomnia prevails
solitude, familiar as my faded housecoat...

In yonder meadow flowers bloom
cascading hues and sweet perfume...

I was a crack in the mirror
or was I a mirror with a crack...

To friends we miss, lets take the piss
and pretend that we do care...