words & pictures
You are the silk Of the daybreak sky The night’s bruise fading Summer is skintight The ceded shape See-through and splitting Watchful with The shells of yesterday’s eyes The husk of armoured life No longer needed Stretched autumn loose You ask, looking up To see what I see What is there left in the empty blue? I feel the breath of wings We drift far apart As fast approaching winter afternoons
Have thoughts like a dog Pat and scold them Until they behave With that desperate, Pavlovian drool There is no news today Just stray cats and poetry And the crisp meringue Of clouds If I wilt in the disdain Of your withering heights Perhaps you will forgive My awful pun, bleak and mad As it is, with thwarted love A bird will steal your voice If you let it Nevertheless, a hand full of crumbs
