Why do you have a cloud in your eye?







Walked downstairs

Got my hat and my corny brown leather jacket

Streets were grey and clean for a change

Must have been the rain

Thought transference

And this man in digs with me would spit out

two or three teeth a night on the floor







Winter is here, unlike yourself

Cold, pulled my shirt up

Service







Kicked the leaves

Learning about time,

Time of the vulperines

Time of the wolverines

They sit rotting, the leaves

Kick the brown branches, it is here

I came home and found I could say the word