In my room with its broken latch
There's postcards of incongruous hens and foxes
and a disused TV set
There's a collection of analogue cameras
Some I use
Some for show
Some of my light bulb's are out
they need replacing soon
There's a book of Trakl and his Blue Melancholy
and Sylvia Plath with her German Mannequins
There's albums out of time
Brian Short  and Jimmy Campbell
You see the past comforts me
There's poetry of my own
some bonded
others nestling on my cupboard shelf
I hope to get published soon