Innocence
Sunk the glow and drowned the covers
Send for all your absent lover's things
Sheepish wolves
Looking loved in eating buttons
Wink, just don't put your teeth on me
Accidents
Let the evening in the backdoor
Filling the toom ceiling to the floor
Beat backbones
Grazed the poem and made it strange
I wasn't born to be a skeleton
Go on, grab your hat and fetch a camera
Go on, film the world before it happens
Jealous orchard
The sky is falling off the ceiling
While I'm tucking fibs into a cookie jar
Bomped reverie
It's useless searching in the cupboards
When everything you have is on your back