November 2017

murmuring shells
when prophecy breaks down
into static

ahead of me
the drowning man
at my heels

spring draws to an end
the touch
her hands in mine

manhood under the guise of a geyser

ice ages a geologist's skin

off-shore breeze
seagulls gather around
KFC

free world through the fog of militant benevolence

yet again
a butterfly cheapened
by a "moment"

all senses
piercing my brain
with day

love all over the world out of steam

heaven scent in flower flow

just like that
your miracle of being
made no more.

amateur hour
while a poet writes
the pine sighs

my shadow
takes up the space
where i was

morning mist
the breath of another
seems to appear

a reed
in the wind sounding
atonal repenitance

spring rain
all so intimate
without words

spring rain
all is forgiven
at one fell swoop

tantalised
by the gods
my life with bees

season change
a bumblebee
does its part

open window
I direct a bee
back to work

new green leaves
a terrible beauty
is born

in spring rain
a terrible silence
held at bay

spring shower
darkness becomes
audible

a mountain spring
flows into
its defloration

passing faith
candle to candle
rite of spring

through the slap-slap
of windscreen wipers
spring rain