Float

I could go through walls and windows just to take a look
Other lives fizzing and jingling as I walk about in my old

Black coat

How many lives do you need? Regressed into states
Of Gilgamesh raiments, hallowed batskin

Trance dances

Hypnotized beyond measure; if I smell cucumbers
I think it’s Christmas in my head, your rooms

Your  husbands

Are under my scrutiny, wallpaper is a fine web
An arterial network like the  London Underground

I can enter

Yellow windows of cottage-rottage Thomas Kinkade
Or Merstham Estate, I’m wandering down Quality Street

With one good leg and some smudge

Hocusing and pocusing in my outsider way
Invisible and interfering, stirring the dinner stew

Adding just a bit too much pepper.

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About Veronica Aldous

Writer and artist, Veronica is a lecturer is Fine Art and Creative Writing. Her first book of poems, 'Moon Cinema' is now available on Lulu.com. Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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