.in scarborough.

in scarborough,

we saw richard wilson,

but no one believed us

we looked for god,

in york,

amongst the money changers,

he had gone outside

with the music.

in whitby we played boats,

pirates the next day,

and all the while we were changing,

thinking of herrings,

and eating nuts.

she caught a small thing,

tiny tiny mouse,

ate it,

but the bitter entrails remain.


she should have let it go.