Innocence
Sunk the glow and drowned in covers
Send for all your absent lover's things
Sheepish Wolves
Looking lived in eating buttons
Wink, just don't put your teeth on me
Accidents
Let the evening in the back door
Filled the room 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
Bombed reverie
It's useless searching in the cupboards when everything you have
Is on your back