When your guts
are raw with waiting
and your head
is full of s**t...
...
The factory loomed
at the top of the hill.
A pub sign reflected
in yesterdays puddle
...
Suddenly, I'm old.
My bones, slaked with cold,
jangle with the sound
of rubbing in my ears.
...
Some kids in a playground
playing the round
of your dad is my dad...
suddenly found
...
Why did you discard her
like fat pork
that's thrown out for the birds?
...
Wind racing, rain facing
glow, an eye stinging,
ear whistling blow,
with mouth gasping,
...
She walked the flatlands
with the sincerity of a dullard
when her thoughts crumbled..
...
My breasts carry the blue rivers
that nurse me with their blood,
my ears, the canyons of the winds.
I listen to their songs.
...