they walk

they walk in silent rooms
full of motionless
ghosts, a socially
democratic home invasion

an almost impossible television
that flew badly, time
improving to become permanent
nighttime, a drunken stain

they walk in silent rooms
busily switching faces,
turning into telephones
and potential emptiness,

a technicolor home invasion
prefiguring death


David McLean
David McLean is Welsh but has lived in Sweden since 1987. He lives there on an island in a large lake called Mälaren, very near to Stockholm, with woman, cats, and a couple of large black and tan dogs. He is an atheist, an anarchist and generally disgusting. He has a BA in History from Balliol, Oxford, and an MA in philosophy, taken much later and much more seriously studied for, from Stockholm. Up to date details of well over a thousand poems in various zines - both print and online, both degenerate and reputable - over the last three years or so are at his blog at There you will also find details of several currently available books and chapbooks - including three print full lengths, four print chapbooks, and a free electronic chapbook.