small sounds loiter
amongst desert memories
slipping beneath the sand
like ancient tombs
and the birds sang
songs pugnacious
amongst ashes
and smouldering mud
slither mist
vapour trail of deceit
floating on high tide
while the pier waits for morning
shattered pipe
chalk wall crumbles
and
the face in the mirror
blinks
devil demon and his witch queen
stalk waves in moonlight
in a black cat coated silence
only time can see
well were we,
and slumber light
in moss mildew
clinker bed
floating on high tide
floating