No man
With a good van
Needs justification

I blubbered
               In a lay-by

These
           Are the desperate times
              
                       When
                        Men
                        Are
                        Men

              I want my lipbalm

I'm waving
At a man
On the hill
Whose screaming
Into his phone

I imbibed
                  My Dead
                       Dad's soul
Through the cigarette papers

                      He bequeathed me

The killer

Plotted         Numerically

One thousand and one

One thousand and two

One......

That spider's
              In the corner

I don't know why

              It's done
                       Nothing
                                       Wrong

The silence       Was Deadly

As     The Audio Bomb

                  Awaited
        
                    Noise

                       To override it

Last night
I walked
           With Jesus

My Jewish neighbour's
              Ironically named                                              

            ­              Yorkshire Terrier

A Deathly silence

                     Descended

            On the industrial estate

                        Outside

           The town of Dombladen

What are those
           Chalky blue flowers called

                   Which you Love

                                      I've forgotten