Untitled by Kevin Smith

desensitised to sirens through

the glass

I used to ride

in the back of that ambulance

I am familiar with

-out a noise

close to me

crumpled cyan membrane

bitten by the

accidental splinters

this rolling vigil of a

palpable metaphor breathing in a glass

helps someone

shaken body of a gushing

Buddhist in-

decision to petition the new god

Gaia is awake

helping someone.

21^st January 2007 

bilious new day

two spent candles under a parasol

burnt, faded,

better

Juno,

   well intentioned,

wise

firmly holds you

supine and

unquiet noise leaks

‘cross boarders,

siphoned –

pallid pillow to the

soap-calloused

ears.

3^rd Feb 2007 

light breaks awkwardly

through a cotton filter

a sigh apart from

our state.

you work

where you lie,

right

brain

trying.

You are

Dalí, Breton’sdream. you live waking thetactless masses whohave losta withered child 

and make inferences. rest.