The Lady ExiledLast night I dreamt that my teeth fell out; I heard the staccato scatter and crackingThe Lady Exiled
like shells over cobbles under hooves
but didn't feel a thing.
This morning the postman brought your letter even though you're dead and I'm in exile or maybe I've only dreamt that, too.
So I read while the tea cools, forgotten,
its comfort displaced by
pulls on cigarettes until they are ash and I have reached
the curl of ink bent around your name, the implication leaving me blind and
marvelling at the body's ability
to conta
The Astrologer's LamentI expect nothing from you November men - men like vodka who burn cleanly away when put to a flame and afford little warmth even as bruised and gilded autumnThe Astrologer's Lament
eases into winter's wasting embrace.
Truly, what could I ask of men whose stars like frozen water depict an armoured poison known for perseverance and - immovability - behind which I might moor for a time with wary arrow notched, though
rendered useless by guileful winds
and their laughing tales of elsewhere?
A Future Coded SoftlyFor them it’s become a necessary dance of denial; forms sought during prescribed pockets of time are indeed found and fabric boundaries are crushed against so easily - easy, now.A Future Coded Softly
But Alexandra’s leaving,
and he hears in the admission
that the prospect of dislocation is nothing compared to her fear of drowning in the snares of mediocre constants that have already twined themselves about her ankles.
"Wouldn’t it be worse", he proffers, "If you only had one option?" And if that were unattainable? What t
Midnight-SuedeIn the latest hour, under midnight-suede Encountering dreams and lifeless bones-Midnight-Suede
In the silence, in the darkness
In the graveyard like a stone.
The birds flew highest, like shadows in the night Cruelly teasing the restless souls of midsummer's night-
The broken roses, turned blonde from tip to toe Antiquated 'neath the lifeless headstones.
Moonlight highest over each name, erases memories alone Breaks the heart with the lightest touch-
Unrisen, the sun will cleanse this all Regrets and longing to breach the living walls
In the si
Earthen Eyeslight filters through my eyes i've called it sight, but it's more like secreting intuition at the pace of sleeping birds at night, blindspots, darkhung silhouettesEarthen Eyes
i have rough stones for hands that only reveal in grey, the argil, wet and spinning earth within me; the chest hasn't dried just yet, awaits the porcelain glaze
the grin, my cupie doll expression head, hungering plastic my rake arms' dumb embrace, a softer world drops through their sieve what monstrosity, quixotic knurl!
after all the illusions, what heart still forgets to beat?
EndingsI know the time is coming when you will no longer leave fingerprints on my door and we will not argue at Christmas dinner about the face of God. Your chair will be cold, your plate empty, and I will watch your shadow shrink on the sofa and your voice grow reed thin and white and your footprints on the carpet will become too light to stick. Your coat will grow too large in the closet and the world will never fill your shoes, so I will shake the dust off your best suit and find the pictures I took of you whenEndings
Mostly, it's been crazy.
Speechless
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