holding hands with a snowman

dreams I may have had #4

the woman hides herself in someone else,
but I know it's her.

The body she is in dislocates, pulls part
atom by atom as if sheared across one plane
two dimensional. Linearly it falls apart
digitised, red and bloody.

children #7

This lion died long ago

All images shot from a super 8 projection

children #6

naked eye

Apparent to the naked eye was
a heartbeat thumping deep
and reverberating, rattling round
the brain
reminding of imminent hangover
neither recreational
nor pleasurable
more a compulsory scratching or picking
of a scab

the clock ticked clear indicating
all too well
the dwindling hours before
the mobile phone called in the morning
breaking up the undulating silence with
catterwails and rubbing the cat awake from
it's slumber

a Friday night spent crying into pink fingers.

Richard recognises his sister from the feel of her spine.