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


winter illusion
a moa tries standing
upright here


after
the last candle
the parting

rose-fingered sky
darkness leaves the trees
in silence


taking time
the efficacy
of now


at peace
in a reverie
of absence


here I am 
in an obverse 
of eye


shadows as if absently voiced


 


a snarl
on the periphery
of ardour


necrophilia –
the ashen taste of Latin
on my lips


a dewdrop
fast becoming
its absence


it was seen
but now the last cloud 
drains away


om
ni
pre
sentience


solstice eve –
my breath torn between
coming and going


solstice moon –
the sun in balance
with its reflection


along this path
I too 
walk alone


river fog –
everywhere everything
matters up


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


at ease
within itself –
melon taste


back as it was
before she left
highway sign


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


for James Joyce
 
Bloomsday –
here how my words
rejoice


shadows as if absently voiced



fallen leaf –
a chill wind revives
its presence


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


cold rain –
the weight of stars
within me


my breath still at the end of it


 


in this life
to be as transparent
as stillborn