Above the star ceiling  there is an attic which houses   secrets and undeclared love,  decades of wreaths and erections  who told Sinatra to stop singing?    In moon river dreams, my limbs drifted   from pillow to ache within the attic    A heavy breeze from...

  Beyond the breakers  where the tides never reach,  we watched a small child flying two kites  and you said ‘that could be me and you’    Born still,  midwife's mouth turned to scissors  delivering the cruellest cut    Sometimes, the sun rises in   my bedroom at midnight  the TV...

They tell me the legend of a hypnotizing siren among the ocean.They say she has bright,blue eyes.She seems georgeous at first. But brings sailors to their demise.She lures them in with her voice.And words of action,choice. They are so swept up...