March 2015

loose-leaf wind— 
I am become
my autumn
loose-leaf wind— 
I am become
my autumn
heavy with 
night's aftermath
dew-lit leaf
autumn wind . . .
a nocturne rising from
gutter pipes
wind refrain . . .
hollowness gives
wood its voice
half moon . . .
only one month
since the last
clear sky—
my eyes ascribe
a colour
autumn light—
the empty spaces
we live in
a wind sound
through unleavened trees
passes over
dewfall
encoldering
daylight
in autumn light
as if joined at the hip
dervish shadows
twinned for life
the mirror image
of my self
watered down
to my own true face,
moonlit me
moon chill—
spaces once light
mist over
dawn coolness—
the after-birth of words
shape-shifting
lichen revises
the 'in memory of'
lest we forget
meat market—
maggot keeps a date
with beauty
form and flesh
fade away with dusk
and maggot's smile
flesh-gorged
maggot fills out
the moment
flesh-gorged
maggot communes
with a godhead
war on terror . . .
maggot swears an oath,
'nevermore!'
out of gods
maggot settles for
room for doubt
by moonlight
maggot curls into
a pearl
nothing!
maggot rolls over
in disbelief
done with death
maggot rebirths himself
between her thighs
maggot grows fat
on the heart 
of the matter
maggot meet
death takes on a life
of its own
lost for words
maggot fleshes out
the silence
blinded by love
maggot sees only
her inner beauty
 
lunar eclipse
maggot sheds light
on the crow