He could see sine waves on the defeated fly's flaps.
He watched its life touch the axis, wasted.
And the futility dawned on him, the ambiguity... (more)
She could see time fleeting on the mantlepiece
and her sweat sodden reflection on the mirror.
Crumpled medical bills and empty whisky bottles askew;... (more)
It is a beautiful daffodil on the altar,
yellow and pretty like the west's sun.
And the night before, he moans... (more)