Asking for Directions

Sample piece from Asking for Directions

The grin on the physiotherapist's skeleton
tempts me to fling stone through plate glass,
strike the sternum, watch her collapse jigsaw-
crazy on the supple floor. Unable to restore

he'd reorder, by Friday another on show.
I defy temptation, stalk by nursing home
and church to the vista of the ruins - abbey,
castle - on the riverbank where I ask,

Have I the correct change for the fare?
Did I lock the back door before leaving?