These haiku were written to accompany a series of drawings and collage. Each line has been lifted from the text of a book I have pulped .

into his pocket
the walls began to crumble
the morning had gone

outside my window
lies a body of water
I look at daily

at night it could be
not much more than a car park
but it was enough

just gone eleven
nine glasses of tap water
the march of progress

outside once again
at the chosen location
there was a silence

passed by the window
up and down the royal mile
with hands in pockets

a sign from above
real treasures had been unearthed
flanked by plasma screens

as the door swung shut
smoke billowed from the chimney
brushes sat in jars

the rear view mirror
a gulp of lukewarm coffee
three point turn and pause

to the hip new moon
it is easy and tempting
to think at the sun

inside of my shoe
you will find a grain of sand
from another beach

in the dusty loft
queer morbid intense colour
brim the dusky shadows