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


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autumn script
another two deaths
not my own

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autumn fare
living hand to mouth
on samizdat

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

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all at sea
the hermit crab almost
an island

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no man 
almost an island
penning
ultimates

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what was
in an afterglow
of what is

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winter breath –
a snare of spaces
barely caught

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first frost –
water cress crackles
with my passing

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first frost
I drive blinded
in light

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lip gloss 
the play of light 
behind her words

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

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full shadow
the rumour yesterday
that was moon

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deep space . . .
passing between
thought and word

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heart of darkness
my eyes peer into
the real me

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frosted light –
a poet breaks down
into first words

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light before words were uttered


 

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

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sinking into
a stream of consciousness
my poetic wake

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morning fog –
my world once more
without a name

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winter illusion
a moa tries standing
upright here

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after
the last candle
the parting
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rose-fingered sky
darkness leaves the trees
in silence

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taking time
the efficacy
of now

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at peace
in a reverie
of absence

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here I am 
in an obverse 
of eye

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shadows as if absently voiced


 

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a snarl
on the periphery
of ardour

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necrophilia –
the ashen taste of Latin
on my lips

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a dewdrop
fast becoming
its absence

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it was seen
but now the last cloud 
drains away

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om
ni
pre
sentience

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solstice eve –
my breath torn between
coming and going

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solstice moon –
the sun in balance
with its reflection

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along this path
I too 
walk alone

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river fog –
everywhere everything
matters up

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hung out to dry
on a wine-dark sea
my emptiness

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at ease
within itself –
melon taste

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back as it was
before she left
highway sign

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for Franz Wright
 
the mutter
             through the long hour
             of our death

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for James Joyce
 
Bloomsday –
here how my words
rejoice

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shadows as if absently voiced


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fallen leaf –
a chill wind revives
its presence

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where we left them
the bedraggled bits of us
we once weathered

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cold rain –
the weight of stars
within me

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my breath still at the end of it


 

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in this life
to be as transparent
as stillborn


 

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