May 2016 Collage Poem
Internal dreams follow you around
with a golden enchantment
No one knows the girl who is all alone
In a pub where no one goes
Witchcraft, murder, death and anger
An accidental queue jumper, that's me!
No one expected doughnut eyes
The eager needle drinks its fill
Leaving pools of shadow across antique eyes
The worst death is self-inflicted
But felt by all
English incidents on trains mean trouble
Hit and run addiction
To a sorrowful badger.