A wreath around you As if I mistook A sapling for a mountain Teeth of glass With that diseased opacity Of expelled liquorice An aeon’s season Of scree and debris The draggled hem Of summer’s discarded dress Red dust in your veins In your eyes Autumn’s evening amber I didn’t cry Til they played that stupid song again Kept spelling everything wrong In the innocuous text message With unwilling, clumsied fingers Easter’s discounted chocolates In cartoon disaffection From serried array Numbly watching The lights in stars A linoleum sheen Wrote a few disconsolate lines Found in them Little consolation
