Category: poetry

  • drag thorn

    drag thorn,
    too weary now
    to pray

    night drips
    cinnabar
    to stopdead

  • rain under glass

    sometimes we are all storm
    with clouds iron heavy the sky and
    weighty chains to rattle drag
    a train flowing heart at behind

    dress sensible, station shoes, silk:
    a dream found you waiting
    but we found you gone ahead
    on and to without

    with rain under glass —
    left a crumbled platform
    stormcloud in wanting

  • waters unswept by wind

    i fell drunk from the wagon
    in thrall of a stained glass you
    piercing flint storms calling
    winter back into view

    you should know, the fall
    left me thorned flesh
    for years now, i have been
    prying septic wood at teeth

    of all the beautiful goodbyes,
    yours left waters unswept
             by wind

  • break the wheel

    asking earth to embrace
    bone, blood and
    drink flesh to drunk

    give eyes blind to stone 
    to a cairn of song
    give all to ash and acorn

    break the wheel and
    scatter it all

  • funeral tears

    self-loathing refreshed again
    a useless fraud and loser
    reminded of his place

    there will be no tears
    except maybe those of joy
    when the funerals begin

  • gasps

    deadwood slips to view
    grown of long hand fingers
    to cling at granite grey
    under endless feathered blue

    it is bones these ways
    there, under the burn 

    just a kiss away
    twine knotted taut
    gives over to memories
    gone to flint faded wine
    under gasps of sand

  • waiting at

    careful as silk
    drift rise on breeze
    carry our befores
    gifted back to me
    this happy death
    waiting a' sea

  • of unbelonging

    i am of unbelonging
    —it is known.

    a grotesquerie on display
    twist-tangled my limbs
    a-jumbled this brain which
    says the wrong things
    most times and again

    a shambling horror
    at the threshold outside
    creeping and crawling
    begging to be let inside

    throw the bolt and
    lock the latches
    set steel to stone
    to sharpen your axes

    dim the shadows
    when given to dawn
    safe one more night
    from an unbelonging
    of which i am known

  • ashen

    we wore our hearts
       in sticker on
          polyester sleeve
    while whale bone
       held us to north
          and nightfall

             — waiting
    for ghost-trees
       to give over and
          bring blood home
    cellophane crackling
       under our feet of
          cruel winters

    ashen, for that is
       how we lost our
          home

  • steel skies stolen

    there are days
    i wish it would just
    rain & rain & rain
    wash everything away
    down the drains &
    carry us to a place
    where we could
    finally meet again
    you could say, “hey” &
    i could say, “hi” &
    though we’ve never met
    we could be friends
    or maybe lovers
    like we were before
    we fell out of dream

    our steel skies stolen,
    some days
    i wish it would just
    rain.