22/07/2016

uphill

in the deep
compost of the past
on which we've grown tall
and cannot grow back
limbs lost

step on it
until it's compact
until it's opaque
until you grow
into the very sky

it's summer again

14/06/2016

chalk

a re-poled sphere, for thus we speak
our thumbs minutely asunder
with sparks and ether and miniature thunder
our hapless clay faces, the quake that we seek
but nothing ever shall come about
nothing shall trouble our hives

cowards in
white and white and white

we spit

drink

24/05/2016

counting down


unnamed urge
of fists of fights of flights
in dreams in sleep that cuts out of me
this blur into white
in nights that merge
into days that merge
into a stream a decreasing
count of
tomorrows

get me
while

02/05/2016

fernweh

let us hold hands
and cross the border on foot
take a dusty bus to the
next unnamed town

let us be nameless under the sun
strangers to all but each other