November 2011
4 posts
the closest thing to angels
November fog blushes between the trees,
does death conceal a green promise in its branches?
Trying to see comfort in the dilute sun slipping
its coins of light through impassive sky.
My hair falls out in three tangled knots.
The day will slump dark before we all get home.
I keep thinking about how they said berries
on the bushes so early meant a hard winter, or how
I wish I could have told...
dreams are sweet / men are kind (until they...
Well you were right about him
it takes years to bury a phantom dog
when it runs away to die
not quite sure if
he ever looked me in the mouth
in the underworld,
the seeds took, and died away
on my rocky spine
I read too much into
a baby’s warm head in the crook
of my dream,
a moon crowning
through the taut sky
- in my mind I’m the one
still putting ice on your bonfire burns
one kiss of my...
shepherd's warning
For a moment it looked as if
the fire were going to get out of control.
A creamy smoke balloon
strained into the neighbours’ trees,
and the pigs grew quiet.
A helicopter flew over.
The farmer was thinking the same
when he looked over at her
and they didn’t speak.
safe
Once more waking up
in the middle of a resurrection,
I beg only for you
and again my head
rested on your fragile breast,
satin pajamas which you wore to death.