this loony they say is me. A mooncalf - I am in panic, I am manic. A changeling. Pinioned, crippled. I am, believe. I can't come to terms with the terrestrials
So you took him moonward from the cellar. Put him in the black garret. The window's spotlight chasing him into the dusty sheets tossing. Did he wince
You know you should lay your ghosts, but you've become used to them. You make your bed at eve, stretch ghosts over the mattress, let the insane bed tuck
I am the constant comings and goings of my selves. Some of them settling within, some going on. Others sojourning indefinitely, tuning in, tuning out
Deep down in a smiling bucket swimming clouds. If it was up to me this house would be almost seven hundred years old and more than thirteen kilometres
At last I've found you. You're here, you're mine, you're a machine. Hear my tales, decipher my dreams, tell me things. So happy. What can I use you for
In the shade, in the cold, a grey pastry, a sallow dough. A giant lump of some y/&%/ substance. Wallowing in an over-sized glass jar. Quivering, gurgling
Out chasing kites and dragonets, loosing the track, jerking out of scrubs. Getting clasped by the creepers of a tumbledown stone wall. Shattered gargoyles
Borrow my imagination for a little while. How can I comfort you? You say you like it this way. Night or day - it's the same to you. Until that day I
A young man astride a rocking horse. His petticoats bristling. His eyes closed with pleasure enjoying the euphony of his fork scraping his plate. Facing
