Once,/ years past,/ white seashells/ beaded blonde shores.

The sound of dying trees/ they say/ is like pop corn/ popping

I didn’t ask you this morning,/ when I ripped you / from the Earth.

A half a mountain-/ Shear jagged rock face/ Meets me when I venture out...

Me: Sad-eyed dreamer with battered heart, eternal/ optimist given to bouts of despair, idealist/...

Unharness your two beasts/ Ambition and Anxiety/ from your chariot/...

The vampires came with money,/ Golden handshakes, glossy smarm,/ And we threw the gates wide open/...

Venice is flooding. / Its streets are already rivers/ How can Venice flood?...

The Geiger-counter glowed red/ ‘Danger! Danger!’ were the words that it bled/...

On airport floors the wearied sprawled, at check-in desks long queues formed...