Her insides
Were worn out
Like a tattered flag flown
If only for the birds
And snapping crabs
So that if ever
Her colours made their shore again
They would know the shape
Of her lasting grace
And smile
My Own Words In My Own Way
Her insides
Were worn out
Like a tattered flag flown
If only for the birds
And snapping crabs
So that if ever
Her colours made their shore again
They would know the shape
Of her lasting grace
And smile
The great dice
Rhineheart sized
Click and skid across the baize
Everything staked
Against the unknown
Mortality at its most intimate
Which on quieter days
Haunts my periphery
Velvert edges
As much to do with me
As the weather
I reach out across the sea
My heart
Grasping after
Our divided youth
Bracken and iron
Defining our bars
Else we made sand
Second nature
Tired thighs
And cheaply purchased breath
Painting clouds of respite
On our frown drawn
Clown faces
I know you're out there
Still, brooding
Bound to a bleaker way of things
Making the wind sing
Before it bite the wallers hands
Eager in your cruel intimacy
But kept from overrunning
The smallest burrows by fur
Gritters chase you down
With their errie amber glow
I imagine you sulking
Wretched in your unrest
Until a veering winf releases you
You impinge upon
Every part of me
Like the tide washing in
Still I can't succumb
Fighting instead
With each breath
Bailing out you, who
Would overwhelm me
Without a second thought
You came back
All woman
I more divided
Still inhabiting
Both camps
Still waiting
Yet moved
Still captive
By thay faultless spell
I still know
So well
How much longer
Before I can drop
The pretence
That hangs like a leaf
Long after summer is over
And for which even autumn
Has no use
Bring me the bare cold
The kind that strips trees
In a single night
Give me that
Your novel cry
More shriek
Calls the night closed
Your shift, probably
All talons and beak,
Black yet still
Eyes haunted
The factory floor
For any small part
Not paying attention
I felt flushed,
stabbed, bereft,
unguarded,
isolated, indolent,
effervescent and outstretched.
Undone, incapacitated,
unconsolable, unhurried,
hidden and poor.
My eyes came to rest
As they usually do
On the middle distance
On the not quite anywhere
As one might casually
Bear witnesses (as one usually does)
With fascinated second sight
To the play of children
Or eyes cast out
To sea
In search of maybe yet a
Ship to come in
From some less
Slightly remembered visit
I imagine the heat
All silent remiss
Its authority creeping
Between houses
Muzzling the breeze
A blanket search
Arresting even the slightest
Stirring curtain
No quarter given
To the restless
Thick in the air
Making the skin stick
Of even the slightest
Lovers