This one
drunk as a skunk.
This one
...
out of this desert
I sing of broken bones…stones
my voice coloured silk
torn from my throat by the wind
...
Sitting in reception
at the plastic surgeon
I see a weeping
...
My Uncle sleeps
with pursed lips
as if kissed
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My Uncle's old blue van
our delighted childhood
transported from train to farm
...
Although I know her best
& it’s me she trusts
The manager insists it’s he
...
She climbs
upon my knee
& then
...
She climbs
a ladder in her sleep
as if she reached
...
'The legs have come back! '
The eyes shouted
...