Saturday, 21 August 2010

brief encounters

at a glance a pumpkin is a prawn tail or a chinese dragon
and a black and white picture reveals nothing,
red dirt is red blood and dust and soot and grime.

Sunday, 15 August 2010

the fool

the window sighs the last of the rooms heat,

sifting out to melt the sleet,

stealing a breath to warm the street,

crawling out from under my sheet.

My frozen toes my dull numb feet.

Each leaden wave of cold hard breath

tumbling like cake crumbs

past from lung to lip and mind and heart.

each billowed breath hotly numbs

every thought tumbling in my head

every step tumbling down my path

stumbling and rotten, so goes my part.


fingers dig into ribs
scratch out the last flecks
only to be picked
from perfect white teeth
and politely folded in a napkin