40.0
A COLLECTION OF POEMS AND OTHER ITEMS
☞ mind the gap
the barbed wire fence is an open mouth
the traffic by the station
is an inexhaustible parade
of white noise
hot glue in an aural cavity
skidding clouds
dissected with wire
and the bench where i wait
is just another puckered face
that says go home
even when you don’t have one
instead, i assume
the position of the fullest grass
stage for bowing mustard seed
the applause is a hush of airy fingertips in the willow leaf myrtle
the audience is a cold cheek
pressed against a misty pane
and the fare, for a pastel moor
betwixt a white hot crescent
and a blood littered gloaming
is free
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☞ the prophecy
our gloaming won’t take any
by the throat of surprise
you’ll prise my earthquake body
from your sea
washed out, ill brace in doorframes
and i hunger for a feeling
in the mid light of memory, even now
you’ll retract muscles and ligaments,
string and bone
sew yourself to the tide
and swim under your own waves
ebb and flow, nowhere to go
i’ll walk past your house on a wednesday
walls won’t look like nothing anymore
to me
i won’t unsee
for you
and this gold tooth town
won’t be what it used to
nor the valleys, nor the plains.
all my geography is derived
from your name.
time was born
in your bed at dawn
before the sky absolved into a stain
of bird swab and throat tones
and at transition time, the witching hour
it grew like field mustard in july
my head in a hundred years
on a silver platter, my dear
i’d serve it myself
if it were something you wished
now is blind, then can see
the gloaming isn’t up to me
i’ll sit and sleep in my daylight savings
☞ caveat emptor
words like bloody cataracts
dribbled down my throat
still the colour of sickly bird swab
and chewed lotus note
some spark of old glory flickered up
like the night lights and night life
while it started to grow
still slow
the flicker was a glimmer
that was a glint of a tipping
and we didn’t tip but we sat on the rail never slipping
dangling sorrows
over the veins of the sea
no breeze for goosebumps
so they hung beside me
suspended in the gloaming
fishing for a line
