stand at a gate

walk through a river

lay one stone of sand upon another

do not go down

cry a day into night

you are not touched

your colour is fading

say with your hands

in somebody else’s sleep

there are ways to wake up

and ways to keep dreaming

I didn’t know I’d forfeit

all of my directions


I have been sleeping

I laid all I possess around me

and I fell inside

I took you

and we stayed in the field that never grew up


it was ours

I turned over

I was tied to a sign

and I tried to buy money

but my hands had worn away


with all these intentions

no one speaks

no one even speaks of thinking

this is how

this is



your nebula tires coming home

is it that stars have fallen

or did we rise over ourselves

i get lost in the crowd

which is so important

to the crowd

i hold out my hand and there seems to be

somewhere to put an end

i have a number that means

i don’t understand faces

therefore i don’t recognise

why we know each other so little so well

the night that comes up from our lives

follows us where we stop

to shed a few crumbs

and look at what is left of the horizon