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The
ground drives in.
I
look to it now,
Placing
my steps, printing them
As
stakes of balance, wood
On
my arms, my tentacled mourning.
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Jenny
17/07/88
Very
close to the house where I live there is a long, winding road. I
could not tell you what it is called, although my bike ..
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Burned pink by the cold
night wind
We are blinking in your
kitchen
Which is yellow and
brimming with things.
The warmth is silk over
my ski..
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I am a winter flower
Whose petals are
pricked.
Alive to the stem
In frozen isolation,
The vigour of foamy
white sap
Is my only route to
feelin..
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My bread was flung
To fattened ducks
Who did not care
For home-baked love
With its open grains
And lumpen inelegance:
’twas
Rust to ..
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You wrap us all in love and towelsWhich go on whispering warmthEven when lights are outAnd beds are empty.You tune in smooth;A perfect swoopTo any hum..
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He's
part of the swing
From
the time I lay there
With
his lovely lover
And
he watched,
Took
a picture.
Then
again, years later
When..
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I find my eye in the
dark,
Enlarged on the
opposite wall,
And we are mirrors
fighting
Like sails that billow,
their cabins
A stomach of ..
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My hate's too soft and stickyTo last in the iron of certainty;Willed in by bodies foreignTo our sweet loveWhich was unrepentantIn its time of decadant..
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I poured my agonies into bottlesAnd sent them overseasIn streamsTo him, praying for safe passageAnd safe return.Caught along with the silver swarmingT..
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