To a cigarette
You punctuate my life
And give me something to hold
When no one else is to hand.
Untitled
Unfinished ikons of attempted angels
Labelled jars of glass
Blooming pregnant pencils and paintbrushes
Plain white plaster walls and
sounds of French things
Invading idle thoughts.
Another one about scaffolding....
Raining inside
Scaffolding playing castles
Building parallel to love
Towers of despising.
New Year
The year lies in wait
Like a blank page
To be feared
To say
'You are alone in the universe'
Or
To invite creativity
Inspire hope
A tundra of salvation.
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