Smoke and snow

Smoke and snow Breathe in the lustrous charcoaland smoky pinkstrafficlights scribble and spray their neondown the slick-streets licked by nightthe memory of your touchsmeared across my faceyou are the effervescence that only burnswhen the light is simmeringsplaying the peacocksin the greyscale of my cellssmoke squeezeduntil space disappears between the duststirring of starsbeginnings of a blizzardyou... Continue Reading →

Standing in front of the sun

Standing in front of the sun Starburst and splayedready to be skinnedlight a scalpel tickling at your wristswaiting to dip into the dunes of your armpits before zip wiring downto the knots of your anklesa candled eggheld up to the flamesI see the dark of old sunlightrivering through youthe shadow of your heartits folded wingsstill... Continue Reading →

We could be

We could be Flight featherson the same wingslicing the skywashing machinesside by side in the laundretteshuffling towards the doorplainsongs tangledin the evening airI could be the stub of a candleyou the wickthreaded through meyou the stick of rockI the wordsrunning through your marrowyou could be the dustpanI the brushyou the bristlesI the dustwe could be... Continue Reading →

Remains of the day

Remains of the day Everytime hoping and wishingjust once at the endkeeps hold of her handpulls her from the businto the shadow of the umbrellaa gentle percussionsheltering the soft cymbals of a kissthat splits them openspill each other into each otherthe dust from the day the lost decadesall taken by the rainturned to diamond in... Continue Reading →


Lastly 1.Candles buriedup to their thread-thin necksdid the room darkenaround your deep-set eyes?shadows turn to mothsto touch the flames?2.I expected to burnbut heard the seatouching the stormof your bruised finger3.The dark of my pocketbecame a tinder boxmy hand the tindermy fingersthe stubsof dirty candles4.I saw youtrailing sunlightlike scentin the half-lit airbetween doorsair turned to dustso... Continue Reading →


Isolation My thoughts given weightbumble-bees tappedhead-butted my windowcome to study my solitudeacross the roadpulled their curtainsagainst the sprung-spring-sunthe white smoke of their hairflares in the dampened daylightthey are not oldto each other

Slip of sunlight

Slip of sunlight Slip of sunlightthin as mistsmoke of your hairpoured on my chestcandlesslow as tidessink into meevery houra drip of daylightinto darksparrowsclean their feathersin dust

Late light

Late light Bright whitein the windas we breatheeach othersskin-silkas new old lightdrifs intothe ruined roomspiders ice skatein the silence wrapping usoutsidesunlight pouredover the treesparking as it dripsdown overthe leaves


Sometimes I want to dissolve in the showerbe a piano chordcrumbled in the windturn to dust touched by daylightbe consumed by my ownbackfired spellsometimesI want to be cables liftedleft to twirl to stillnessto separatenessfor all my knotsto be pulled so tightthey're absorbed into my bodyto be the string peeled back to threadssometimes I want a... Continue Reading →

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