Of late I have begun to think that my camera is haunted
As it takes photos randomly and without my attention
These photographs bear no relation to each other
And are spoiled by appears to be erratic white marks
My camera has been thoroughly checked by a professional
It is in perfect working order and needs no known repair
On The Line
Of late I have begun to have identical dreams
I am on a railway platform on a misty autumn morning
In each dream the same people catch a train
Alice and the identical twins and Frank who will leave soon
Yet I am not greeted as if I am a ghost but I exist
As my days when I open my eyes are quite normal