Thursday, 31 December 2009


Valorise this low ache, which forgoes all treatment

choosing to dwell in isolation; deep and dank

dragged beneath the keel, then cast out to the pavement

pinned beneath your heel, our shallow hearts both sank

I believed you could slow the clouds this night

whose collision concludes the days last fight

you held the cushion to my mouth and nose

the clouds conspired to drown the daylight

as you peered down to see the last twitch of my toes

no emblazoned glory in this days last throws