I walk past

Flaking, paint, sash
Exhaust, grime, white
Half a net curtain, watching
The back of a chair

I walk past

Dead, duck-egg blinds
Reflecting a dirty green world
Where the brightest blue
Turns to fuel on water

I walk past

Our single, small sun
Hanging
From its tiny, grimy, universe
Coughing out light
Spitting it, over the furniture

I walk past

A vase of dried flowers
Guards the entrance
To a permanent autumn

I walk past

I was there
Put a poster on the inside
For you
Did you read it?

I walk past

Your private society
Stuck in the glass
Shadowy, faded purpose
Once clear

I walk past

A ghost
From across the street
Slides
From pane to pain

I walk past

There on the squares
Frost, lives for ever
Impossible chess
White wins

I walk past

On the glow
Orange brow
Float up
Rush of air
Through the ceiling

I walk past

The whole room
Desperate to escape
Pressed up, against the glass
Legs and eyes follow us

I walk past

Vertical pond
Perfect ripples
Sunken treasure, peers, through the waves

I walk past

One pot
One plant
Inky blackness
Still
We have hope

I walk past

Propellor spinning, in mid-air
Halfway
Through a journey

I walk past

Two boys
Peaking over the top shelf
One white
One rusty
Frozen
In anticipation

I walk past

A baby
Grand
No fingers
No sound
No tune
No empty room

I walk past

Light in solitary confinement
Are the bars keeping us safe
From the monster within?
Or
Am I the beast?

You walk past