November 2017

off-shore breeze
seagulls gather around

ice ages a geologist's skin

manhood under the guise of a geyser

spring draws to an end
the touch
her hands in mine

ahead of me
the drowning man
at my heels

murmuring shells
when prophecy breaks down
into static

tongues of fire
lick me back to when
i was without

november dusk
the heat of the day
an afterglow

a match struck
against the darkness —
dawn awakening

of end times the hearth flicker in earthen hearts

evening sun
the cosmos carries a torch
for her footfall

moon in the clouds
my best poker face
lost in translation

after pissing
on the trumperor's parade
so much water under the bridge

why fuss so, cicada?
my imago must be
four times yours

her lavalava
colours Sale'aula's field —
the lingering heat

cow cockies spark off
each other

her earth mound
new for only a day
or two

epitaph granite faced to the end

still water
the night heavy
over itself

extinct shadows
re-enact the thrill
of the hunt

in shadows
my search for words
to be ignored

open grave doubts about life

wide-eyed world woven with webbing

light to read the directions of mist by

a sign where the circle ends

dry creek bed
face to face with
my extinction

from nowhere
a wave overshadows
the last rock-pool

merciful wind —
bruised reeds are unbroken
and flax flower

core alone on the tundra

all at once
some pumice bobs up
from the past