A mild but festive ambush
fills the air with you and me
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She sparks the dark with her key
She makes the world go when she drives
A bird’s now or never
I deem to see
the fear in your eye
and your wish to fly
but when I open you die
to stay.
In the one long season
I’ll kiss the ash from your lips
I’ll turn your soil gone to weed
I’ll rake the sky for light sufficient
I’ll raise you up from bitter need
Sideways Flames
(For Pieter)
You’re not one for praying
but you lit the candles
when I gave you the coin.
We sat without saying –
it still wasn’t praying –
but the wind was weighing
the hearts it did join.
Fledgling grief
Slender stalk
and greeny leaf,
a morning brief
in a weary yard
Ain’t no empty tombs
Just tipped chairs
bottles and brooms.
It’s closing time
in Gnashville.
My heart rang the servant upstairs
Draw me a bath, please, a hot bath
Words go like water
Where you want or do or don’t.
We’ll be wet yes
but then we won’t
The old horsebit reductive
He says he didn’t know —
presumed what was just over the fence,
and red and green and obvious,
was made to order for teeth
like these
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