Broadcastor house, I want to blow

All stand back and give me room

Look me straight

Now blame it on loneliness

Who knows?

Certainly not them

Where is this?

The lane that takes you head on

But for now

You do not, cannot contemplate

Certainly not you

And silence is dread, 'cause look what you've done

Aligned outside no aim

Which follows me

Painted over a well-cleansed abdomen

Tattooed ugly and blue: the enemy

Watch and wait

A childproof survival kit

Just for a glimpse

Of the everlasting big kick

Secrets bleeding to untold families

Lovers in flight over the gravesite

We become statues in a ten acre garden