words & pictures
Caught a blue day On a sharp paper wing Thin throat a-howl Until the looped string Broke with that strange Updrawing weight Of a new jealous wind’s Stray trumpeting Gone almost too high Almost to glass Almost as thin As the last shard In your blue orb’s Sun struck glance No longer you No longer me No longer see Gone paper thin A scrabble of ink Through translucent skin
A pint of colour, please An away look in your sky A fled kite’s isoscelean wound, diminishing To a hard black vee Storm cloud frown Storm cloud glee A string with bows, penanting Small change, wet On stain-blacked wood Dull as eyes As if it harboured a new dis-ease Cigarette burns, sidelong glances Wan as chartreuse evening A worthless treasure found Behind a temple’s shouldered offerings In the glimpse, in the glass Amber, salt, returning
