day-crack
light in breath-stop
mist a-stir
each puffball
of expiration
word for word
night-smothered
a diver gasping for straws . . .
the chill air
tonight
light as it was
before it was
winter bleakness — 
a hunter-gatherer
prowls the aisles
end-tide 
mudflat detritus
scenting dreams
before
morning glory
limit of sky
Latinating
the Heimlich manoeuvre
to death
after night
the vacuity
of blue sky
sealed by blood
the torn hymnal folds
of sunset
cavelike
silence awaits
its words

deep-sea molluscs astride iceberg dreams

half moon light —
darkness still at odds
with itself
half moon blues —
parsing yin and yang
on a pond
burred song
a fricative trill
on the wing
a night wind
bloated with endless space
gnaws on each word
at the edge
of its stillness
a mantis
before it's
pinned to its name
a butterfly
moonless night
my childhood takes on
sepia tones
so boundless
the sound of my words
without me
moonless night;
the traces of dreams
between stars
night-drenched rain;
with sleep silence too
comes to rest
plopping sound;
a Japanese wind
ruffles the pond
ancient well —
it goes deeper still,
the first cut
wind-born . . .
a lone leaf at last
settles for less
all this
just to make real
nothing
here you are
just as I am imagining
recreating me
night-drenched rain;
each splash has become
this silence
winter soup;
the sun radiant
within me 
breath cloud
beyond the window
I am gone
sun-dazzled
the bite of frost — 
so what!
with dawn
my shadow
my leech
daylight moon —
white-washing the night
with a lie
dark night
a doleful cow
over the moon
solstice night —
what does it profit
amid the stars?
forever
in its leaving
a day moon

Darkness

dog
breath

with
its coming
back

is 
God
:
awake

only in
the
midst

of it
:
rerum
novarum

the progress
of light
across

the working
slum
:
knowing it

the soft
susurration

of
nay-sayers
:
'nevermore'
a raven fills the mouths
of the poor
:
extinct
light douses
a nocturne
:
solstice night —
what does it profit
amid the stars?
:
so
eloquent

drip by drip
the withdrawal

of
sight

city glow
fear leaves its own
carbon footprint
Tui Variations on a Theme
 

winter coat
the tui riffs off
'nevermore'
:
spring portal
a tui becomes
my rusty gate
:
a tui
as if there is
no tomorrow
:
out of breath
the tui waits out
the moment
:
out of gods
the tui sounds out
room for doubt
:
before light
irridescence sinks
in a tui
:
the tui
lost for words
bobs his throat
:
over and over
the tui sounds out
the sense of now
:
day moon viewing
a tui sounds light and dark
all at once
:
nectar-gorged
the tui communes
with itself
overhead
tattered shoes hang out
for 'p' labs