the spark metal

scrape of a

woken windmill

and i, the rotten

remnant of

warmer days,

wave in the

breath of

slow blades.

wax waif, falling

frozen as winter

wins, forgotten

abloom, yellow i

lay at your feet.

soil someday, to

pot and prune.

bury me.

i will bring you

breath.

to hurt

this is the surface

where i lay my yarn,

is my workstation

woe, wonder i

limp out over sea burnt

wood, barren splintered before

sleep, before light dies after

night swells and the smoke

from a snuffed dream

is the stuff that

stings you awake.

yet you do not

stir. powdered, dressed

to our memory you

wilt and we slump and you

lay.

wisp breath between the

letters, sad stroke strike

sign a sigh. loop-lost

longing the flyleaf to

fold through i dare not

stridestain this crisp,

clean page

the rug of dust lay

delicate, an early winter's

sad soot cling

quiet, we breathe

out curl up

and fade

a sleepceasing thunderclap

bye bed footpad on

floor, your sleeptouch

who are you the

wall you make love to

the wall and

rattle the morning roars the

sky falls the

day breaks

loveaffair

metal yellow, petal echo

hanging high today's halo,

dry breath rift on the

bottom lip the upturned

bloom, a smile traversing

worship, you

adore me.

i think your

bones are beautiful,

slinkslide support

flag and frame i would

sail swim and on broken

glass i would kneel,

worship and weep.

bump-mirror

halt: noticed the metal water

coloured mania, spun round

up up I looked an

unhemmed sky a delightful

tear, and seventy-some silver

string, twine

tinsel round, sort slow and

rest in the bend of my

lashes.

sciatica

morning

starched in dark, have

You the same

sore? Ripple red

wreck the pale

belly beneath, stings

against your

rain soaked slacks

I'll not read the

news, not going to

blink. Listen to the

inward bend crackle

dollhouse lightning to the

heel.