Mitternacht
In silence
eyes peer from
tears in pumpkin skin,
mulched November
sweets left in a storing
room.
The love is gone,
two poets
eaten of their romance,
blueberry lips from
sore and rough kisses.
He left with a telegram
from the BBC
while She stirred up
in sour light,
rhubarbs ploughed by
her father’s moon.
Tuesday 25th November 2014 3:59 pm
We Delight in the Beauty of the Butterfly
but rarely admit
what it has gone through -
the long nights
spent wrapped up
in some rusted bag of past,
days before when
walked on stomach,
mornings fresh fat
on the rug,
wriggling under
some menaced robin head.
We delight in its bijou,
its glass head of colour,
how the little bob to
the flower
gives us safety.
On your shoulder,
it is a good rest,
sweet and sleepy velvet,
and...
Thursday 23rd October 2014 2:23 pm
To a Dying Star
When the day comes,
full of red nimbus skies
and black pronounced
against the bodies of - they will say it was
not outside of any plan.
Like, too, my foolish way
of thinking it is here, holding hands;
some real and loving thing,
they will say that everything
united is - universe after universe.
I could have most if it:
the blue and white eye delights,
...
Thursday 18th September 2014 2:13 pm
In the groove of my thumb
I think I will find you - some
creature that can survive the dark.
You have whale eyes -
sad pebble holes for my dark
to allow each tear -
you the strongest,
the most sure, though unknowing.
To find you, in the dark
yet -
yes I think you will be in the
groove of my thumb
and gently most belonging you are,
I will finger paint
until you - hopeful
...
Thursday 4th September 2014 6:06 pm
Eyas
Amongst the bitten twigs and fur caught,
low shrubs where each of us
is half in the tree and half in the rock,
a skull the thumb size of climbing sleeps.
If you do not come back
I will untie the ribbons
from my hair and open the hollow
parts of my head to the wind.
You said I would do that
enough myself - my teeth cut,
my goose feather torn -
no excuse for you
baying in ...
Thursday 21st August 2014 3:33 pm
Pink Tree
your cute thoughts into their air,
blot cottons of arms, sugar sweet
in the shimmy?
the plain is flat and empty,
save for you, Pink Tree, you
and your hello.
the rain dollops. Big fat hellos,
laughing too. Smacked right down
on to your pink palms.
No...
Tuesday 5th August 2014 7:02 pm
Burns
Perhaps she reminded me of me;
flesh melted, her forever childish smile –
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Death
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Raven
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Muses
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