Sometimes I feel as though I don’t know quite where I fit in this universe. Almost as though I am living in a dream or dreaming of the world I am living in. I wake often unable to tell the difference from real life and the dreams I must have had. Unable to find things, […]
I used to be in a marching band I used to play the kazoo yep that awful, awful gold thing that no one knew what to do I used to wear a uniform with frilly knickers underneath I used to wear a big white hat with a chain that hit my teeth Green and
White on white, raised and hard So obviously foreign in their origin Not flowing, not organic Just Jagged and sharp Like quiet footsteps on a hard floor Pattering against the soft smooth skin puckered, raw and taught Alien in the lunar landscape gripping pain, prevents rest and sleep no amount of rubbing can realise me
The Yellow top of a ride on car A red plastic tractor that hasn’t gone far The sandpit lid sits all forlorn For no children are out this morn A whirligig, not spins or holds Any gently drying clothes The children’s slide, swing and balls Still hiding under previous icy snow falls But there is
