1.
I watched
through six inches
of window, as the last
autumn leaf stretched, spun, and drifted
downwards.
2.
The door
swung wide open,
wet drunk on its hinges,
and you swept in bringing winter
with you.
3.
You have
always been my
plague; a black nest of storm,
dragging a throng of reluctant
thunder.
4.
I swore
in the half-light
that I felt a tremor,
(though your touch was as light as a
feather).
5.
The wind
howled tooth and bone
around your peaked shoulders
through biting hail, I watched the door
slam shut.
6.
My hands
were numb, and I
dropped my glass. Somehow, I
knew, your breathless season t
The Knife Falls
There is a park somewhere, with swings and a slide. It is much the same as every other park. It is only differentiated by the children who play there, the toddlers that are pushed there in prams, the teenagers who try their first cigarettes there. Night descends, and from one point of view something is lost in the park. From another point of view, something in the park takes its place where it has always belonged.
A boy of about twelve is playing in the park. He is shuffling through the long grass at the borders, looking for interesting things. Recently, he has found several golf balls, magazines that his parents would not a
Sated, she said, and bowed to the grave
nodding her lips to the thin of the wind
"Now it is june. She is tired of being brave."
Always there, something of missing and him.
Aubades on morning like nebula sighs
clash with the porn star handshakes and slick lips.
Names of the angels so quick fall to rise.
Nothing to know her but broken fingertips.
She nods to the smile and turns eyes so austere.
But the rhyming part of this poem
ends here.
run run she said to the boy.
run, run, auld songs, old songs.
take your helmet, take y
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