I'm livin' on my own now.
Thus - I gobble like a gannet
and dribble like a drunk,
the art of table manners
...
How cautious is the wind
when it carries
outspoken sounds
across the vast plains
...
It is January
and the moon cracks
with frost.
I light a candle
...
Sleep, sleep
in divine sleep, dream
where the wishing moon drifts
and clothes the clouds with silver.
...
The great, green gob
was opened wide
and a wriggling worm
was fed inside.
...
Who stole my sense of humour?
The vandal Fate?
I pick it up
in little bits,
...
I come to you
in anger, God
Why when constant
cries for help
...
I've forgotten
how to dream.
Seems the future
holds another shade
...