when they came

when they came,
I sucked them dry,

the words bleeding
the overflow of my heart;

in them I am summoned,
in them this ever is



autumn script
another two deaths
not my own


autumn fare
living hand to mouth
on samizdat


writer's block –
rumours of silence
by word of mouth


all at sea
the hermit crab almost
an island


no man 
almost an island
penning
ultimates


what was
in an afterglow
of what is


winter breath –
a snare of spaces
barely caught


first frost –
water cress crackles
with my passing


first frost
I drive blinded
in light


lip gloss 
the play of light 
behind her words


on my own
the tide came in
now it's out


full shadow
the rumour yesterday
that was moon


deep space . . .
passing between
thought and word


heart of darkness
my eyes peer into
the real me


frosted light –
a poet breaks down
into first words


light before words were uttered


 


winter sky . . .
need I cloud the issue
with words?


sinking into
a stream of consciousness
my poetic wake


morning fog –
my world once more
without a name