Hardlines

The softness of folded letters

And finding some degree of similarity

Is a paradox

On this estate

Part public, part private

Partings of ways and manners

What was once important

Is smoothed over

On common ground

Where we live

Near Lovers Park

The survivor’s delicatessen

Suspended in air

Two balloons scrape our chimney

Lowry’s empty sky

There isn’t a breath

Of wind to keep us here

-they holler

We run outside

And help fold the sheets

On promised land.

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Arrival

Lightfast interior

No black and white photograph

Just two of earth’s own.

Spring

Score pacts through red clay

Fingertip wavy ink trails

Gathering the prey.

Summer

Blood’s sudden distance

In the need for possession

Your disgust haunts me.

Autumn

Ceremonial

Leaves an absence of colour

Still unfastened day.

Departure

Fish, bird, skin held taut

Language, tribe, vast stretch of land

Between you and I.

hydrographics

skipping and scanning
the hydrographics
scroll the sky
a watery text
curses the familiar outlines
of Van Gogh, Turner, or Monet

Chinese whispers and inklings
vast waterlilies
jet stream like fountain pen
notes and quotes scrawl the pond
righting wrongs, scoring through
the luggage, the passports, the money

still scanning
electromagnetic semantics
overwriting vast fields of blue
procrastinating
correcting grammar
punctuating earth with shade and hue

Image

Photo – BAM! THE SKY IS ON FIRE

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