These
           Are the desperate times
              
                       When
                        Men
                        Are
                        Men

              I want my lipbalm

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

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

What are those
           Chalky blue flowers called

                   Which you Love

                                      I've forgotten

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

                      He bequeathed me

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

No man
With a good van
Needs justification

I blubbered
               In a lay-by

The killer

Plotted         Numerically

One thousand and one

One thousand and two

One......