You are from the future
Dear child
You do not wish to join in
Class antics…

I love you all
You see
Yet I cannot be
Like Amma, angels, Archangel Michael…

You came to me
With a prayer
A wish for light
I have nothing…

I am walking along
The sea-front
There you are
Lone dried up star-fish…

The golden sun peeps through
The bars on my window sill
So I don’t jump out
Give up, fall apart, drop and drip…

Moon Bar I entered the moon bar
Naked
Except for my crystal
Piece…

I realise the sun is yet
To rise up
Fully
Since those in need…

I went to the
Blood swamped
Sausage plate
Barbecue…

I left my
Blood soaked platter
And exited the murderous den
Where I made a mountain of ketchup…

Restless
Yearning
For something I can’t
See, feel, hear…