Baggy trouser party I will vote for you!

Faded flowers, flowing emotions

 

Jumping over invisible cats

A stucco heron stalks a halting river

Three bags full, why three, why he, evil be

 

Evil wears many faces

Ginger Dorris offered peanuts

I bruise easily. My shelter is flimsy

And fragmented. It tastes of shallowed wounds

 

Sometimes it's a blessing

When a train is late, sometimes we rejoice

When the blast is only thunder.

 

Where dark sin creeps in

Tick tock: keep the rhythm

Push the door,

Let dark sin in.