It's Still Life

Walk I suppose if I went outsideand walked around, somewhere in town like on that street whereall the shops are closed down,where men with heavy stubbleand droopy lazy eyes sleep in doorways, and the women claim the opposite side of the street, two of them sharing a sleeping bag because everyone who’s been a Scout…

Her Wisdom I had a dream last night thatMum and I agreed on everything. She’s a thin slip of a womansitting at her sewing machine, hands pushing patches of fabricunder needle and thread, mostly old clothes from charity shops,and she sews them into quilts to stay away the cold, and shelooks up at me with…

Those Damnable Legos it’s the sounds of them,spilled from boxes,clattering across the floor, toes on alert for a snaggletooth underfoot, those brick-blocks inshades of aurora borealis,they snap together sideby side like long city blocks, fashion themselves as hard-hitting journalists. they get knocked aside,they migrate under sofas,in hedges, behind bookshelves,under the cooker and fridge, just step…