words & pictures
Cemetery dog pulls at my hand mouth wet and hot almost – soft earth kind but for a few hole-punch reminders half wild, half wise with bones jostling underground in their occulting game how like reeds they echo come play, come play just for a while a knock, a skirl – at my wrist a warm wind growls
Hungering For the reassurance of your face Jaw thrust forward, a monstering Marionetted palsy Of strings and pinions Inexpertly manipulated I met you once In another world Ate a stale biscuit Threw it up again The sky in soot and butter Curlicues and approbations When I was a dog, for a while Glass house, all lies, no windows Barked at the moon At her silver mockery Barked again, in the dark When she was gone Stars like tears The poet said But I was just a dog Alone and Not done howling
