November 12, 2017
Sugar cube boats
turn to the colour of the oceans
and rot at the bottom of their china seas,
and the sun soaks in saffron threads,
all it touches
the roof line soon invades the ache
of the losing light, sitting here,
circling the coffee suds,
November 11, 2017
We would stand against the oak tree’s lizard skin,
away from the porch,
weather bronze flakes on our palms.
The grey flecks of ashen coke sky,
matching paper print on kitchen tops,
ironed shirts of collar with dried bubble soap suds pops.
Out of our pregnant thoughts
November 10, 2017
When the light comes
with a winter morning,
when even the evergreens hold their breath,
and the sugar kicks wait
while the young are sleeping,
in stop motion ice melting,
lowering the shadows into the...
November 9, 2017
Even the crows are bored with today.
The park benches never lost their damp,
like timbers of sunken ships
stacked against the tarmac paths.
Lunch time doesn't even break
the everything of silence,
a quietness of a day not paying attention.
The day should have just stayed in...
November 8, 2017
is a time you should always spend with your lover.
when time travel is possible.
When the frog belly gold
gunned on the walls of the forest,
pull your recall and complaint
into the warmness,
while there is still colour to the silhouettes.
Otherwise the ey...
November 7, 2017
We missed the first frosts,
in warm unmade beds.
That scent was us.
The sun was low
and in the room with us all day.
Over the arms of chairs,
agains the walls,
it’s warmth was the shape of your back.
Sleeked around us the afternoon,
and walked out the door by four.
Us, stray dog...
November 6, 2017
After a driest day blue,
The iodine smear.
Low and seen with rolling eyes.
The long grass could be called weeds
of hiding our sin.
Seeing the crows feet of the pumpkin
through the river trees,
my Tycho gasps,
the old man’s eyes...
November 5, 2017
There is the wonder,
in the anxiety of the starlings.
can fall out of something,
how their shiver made a whale.
of a fattening shadow.
Round and full,
stretching and curved.
They are the pitch and duration,
on a stave,
of the supersonic c...
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