Excuse me. I'm sorry Did I push the boat out Farther than you could reach? Much too far. Without a licence? So keen to fill my sail I didn't watch the tiller or the anchor Now I fear our ships will
A speck of dust Tumbling in the light Not unlike A nocturnal thought In ethereal fashion The untangiable seed First clasped tightly Then loosening Spiralling Unfolding magnificently Nightmarishly
Standing in the bathroom Brushing a minty cleanser Over my fangs I listen to the rain outside All dark and still And drip, drip, dripping I wonder, how many Others in this Isle Clean their teeth
We come and go. Come and go. Its's all quite comical, you know. It doesn't really matter, it doesn't really matter. Which way we grow The wires still get twisted The bones break. Open skin; we bleed into