July 2011
2 posts
9, of a girl
An ugly streak of leaves is here, here marked.
Shame of an unkept body,
Break of day for need and errand,
Then back to secret dark when the sun’s up.
.
Flesh fallen from discards and changes,
Carved like a soft wood, a willow
The want is marked on skin but not the change.
She said ‘as the wind blows i’ll be fixed’
But it brushes both ways.
She flexes to and fro...
8
Cold undulations under my palms,
Hands can’t move at the beat of your mind,
Slip of the blood, the eyelids calm and find
A wash of cold air for God.
.
A country stopped, bay the sands to seep
Back and keep on burning old glass,
Asking for a passover, hiding you from him.
A prayer is just a noise.
June 2011
2 posts
7
Give me a piggyback,
and you’re made of wicker.
Flat on my back near fire and
Now you’re alight.
Took another ride to get height,
Your smoking limbs barely reach
My skin to feel.
5
Institution boys, 58 brown-shoed young men,
Three good cliques one good band of all of us,
8 over at the wash basins preening and jesting.
Harry taps the paint with his feet, timeless radio on his night stand,
We are what Don Henley was talking about, summer boys
and heart-breakers on a free stint (so we think).
Thirty minutes and we’ll set up to arrive, till then cards and drinks,
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May 2011
1 post
2
Still-born images from daydreams,
the fading waking body, a half light.
You appear before me, day through a stained glass window
On to a mirror onto a wall (So not too defined).
A brief smiling apparition and then i’m not alone,
Been known to lie in half my bed so the imagined
Can be in the other. My admission is that I do not dream
Of you, I devote my capacities to the image of you,
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