My head is full of 'something',
I wonder if I'll burst-
I get the weidest feeling
That somehow I've been cursed.
...
I think I am losing my mind.
My thoughts and feelings
Are crowding
Prodding
...
Warrington, the sixties.
When my children cry boredom
I look back and see
...
Each dark night
I lie cold and alone
Watching raindrops fall:
Never-ending tears of lovers
...
She's beautiful and bubbly
And mixes easily
Her warmth descends on anyone
That her green eyes might see.
...
I'm drawn by the spirits
Of long-ago souls
To stairwells that spiral
Through claustraphobic holes
...
This silence is eerie
The sickly stench of desecration
Catches in my throat
Your tiny coats still swinging
...
Imagine that I am a candle-
Look into my flame:
Although my beauty tempts you
To me it's just a game.
...
But I saw you.
Through the chink in the curtain
When I almost didn't look
And the curtain blew
...
Know what?
You've changed.
Used to be a laugh
Now it's
...