They said it was bad luck for a peacock’s feather to be winking at them as they moved into the house. They took it outside straight away and put it in the bin. But like old burial grounds and haunting ghosts, the fear of omens is usually a fear of personal failures.

Through the propriety
Of the gaps
Between you and the rooftops
A rhythm of emptiness

Distraction by distraction we live
in the daily aftermath
—– of the grand burlesque;
—– an ever diminishing step