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

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