the bright veil birds about the house discreet
about the outside chimney breast
chasing away an intruders smog with their sharp signs
away from the house with stairs as long as nails
with possession as cruel as a grass blade sting
as cruel as a midnight pony-tale;
snail feet crawling with antlers bold as men
past rooms for just the ending of the longing day
belonging to the pale sheet with nostrils flared breathing needle dust
sleeping with the smoking shag through a dustpipe dream
where strays the lady of the last oak fell
charging through the vaultage of his roots;
the barefoot queen with her tail of heated snow
walks with the voices of her mothers cheek bone cries
her fathers Ox of cellulite
grafting it\'s surplus skin onto the surface of her eyes
how quick her varnished wardrobe disappears
for how long left will vegan chase her heels?
the bright veil birds about the house discreet
with corridors of metaphors and the foilage thief in heat
warm greetings on a postage stamp
as cramps an oysters muscle in a shelters sea
how quick the voices come but seldom go
how the chimney breast still breathes, I\'ll never know;
the bright veil birds about my home discreet
each day the looking forward to
the day of looking back
she has gone but still her voices wound
the outside chimney breast
it was never for the better life
it was never for the best: