Leaving only the unexplained message
Monday, 4 April 2016
Tuesday, 5 January 2016
Goodwin
In your arms
I remember
The sea in your arms
Starfish sea hearts
At your hips
Falling cliffs in your thighs
Moon tide waves
Ribs of lost ships
Wrecks washed
By silver neap sands drifting
Sea wash anchor drag
Across our coral fingers
Locked and scraping
Where they touch
Cargo chests wrenched open
And reefs of bones
Polyp tentacles stretched
Into your arms
From my splintered hull
In your arms
I hear gulls
At the wake
Of our sailings
Tuesday, 25 August 2015
Sunday, 21 June 2015
Monday, 8 June 2015
70 years ago, at dawn ...
Death as a Word
Robert Desnos has often tried
out death as a word
– Louis Aragon
For I will sleep
With my eyes openblind
To the swirling columns of dust
My mouth will not open
To the song’s breath moan
The electric ringing
That calls across the carpet
For I will sleep
Between each heartbeat
Soft under the nails
A step louder than my step
In the soft dirt
Into my ears
Drip the murmured cries
Of animals under the myrtle leaves
Snorting their desires
The sky is bleached into sand
Behind my eyes of ash
And the creeping vines
Are dry against my tongue
I am the weight of a sleeping thought
I speak the silent words of a dream
And they catch in the twisted locks
And fences of my garden
As they whistle away
On a flight of powdered air
I fade into one lost word
The shadow of a sun long set
Burned into my closing eye
That is always open
The wires ring with bells
Behind the dark eyes of my dreams
And the mouth still open
Awaiting a word
All I remember
Catches like wool tufts
On the barbs that hold us back
And I will sleep
In a gown
Knitted from the burrs of our past
For I will sleep
While caravans cross the horizon
Of my hollow eyes
And I will see their journeys
And I will be known
By the elephant train
I will be known
By the wide arms of my open-eyed sleep
That will not end
Thursday, 14 May 2015
Monday, 4 May 2015
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