Valentine |
Without you I'd be faithlessAll my joy would seepA hollow girl so gracelessJust trying to get some sleepAnd all my words would falterI wouldn't string a lineDrip-dried, put out for slaughterIf I thoug...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Feb 2009 04:19:00 GMT |
Thermostat |
Everything got dark
In my apron, in my bodice, in the forest
All the lights gone out, out, out.
Me with my trail of crumbs
Couldn't you leave a candle burning
I'm learning. I'm only just...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Dec 2008 03:42:00 GMT |
New Year Plans |
Monday morning. The bed a soft green oasis
with me, an upright flower, stuck in it
drinking black coffee, reading Tom
and The Midnight Folk,
listening to 'Valentine'.
'Won't you play with me?' ...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Dec 2008 03:32:00 GMT |
Mizpah |
Underneath the wash
Her mind. A silly thing to lose
Crumpled under sorrow-silks
her parachute strings limply fallow
Mud stamped in the hollow
of her days, her sights, her ruins.
Abandon ...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Aug 2008 04:44:00 GMT |
Dream, after reading Sanskrit |
Little deaths,
dreams transferred into life itself
onto the night sky painted.
We are in the stars and falling
falling like mademoiselle and her brave lion boy
like the glitterati: trapeze on D...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Jun 2008 08:25:00 GMT |
Thirteen (soft) |
1. (Yarrow) Old friends
2. (Owl) Four a.m
3. (Undulate) July, four a.m
Old friends hushed vinyl-crackle clinging
Harmonica, soft
&nb...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 02:46:00 GMT |
Passiflora |
I lit a fire that won't go out. I threw up a spark, it fell, it burned
It grew roots inside me: now I have hot blood and Coleus veins
I crackle and might spontaneously combust if not for my tie...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 04:32:00 GMT |
The Sleep Stone |
Awake again: I am iced, flat out on this cake of time
Tipped down the Alice-shaft I have to cut this slice of night alone
Dawn: the hour tap still dripping
Stretched over these 8 ho...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 03:28:00 GMT |
Spring Tides |
Unwalled. Someone unbricked me, winter by winter
Each stone thrown out onto cold muck
And pulled me through the day-chink, sharp as light
To melt in this new heat
Unzipped - oozing
Defrosted: g...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 02:31:00 GMT |
The game of cards |
I never win at cards
Read my hand: I play the dead
A fistful of ladybirds
A red soldier down
Spider mites mark the graveyard pack
Is there a way to deal again and win?
Dead silence please, the ...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 02:19:00 GMT |
