Counting cries
curling, crawling
: comming cowardly
...
on the edge
of my baby's eyes
ranting, remembering:
-there used to be colour
...
burning trees
burning trees!
left my hand spread open
...
hovered round
your stolidity
and my mischief
...
you're nameless
: a spark never stifled:
and you're called after
and you're rang for
...
Stippled sparks sway stalled
smudged smiles stroll southward
so sameless, so sad.
...
Relentless one,
your breath echoes
murmurs of spite,
I can no longer bear
...
laid my weapons down
today, had one too many
days of spite.
...
Eyelids getting heavier
in the mid-afternoon blur,
images stay still
in our desperate eyes.
...