snapped
in a selfie
me no more
March 2016
after love
we are the music
we were
falling cadence –
the silences a cicada
lets slip through
by autumn light
the this and that of nows –
it all makes sense
an old oak
turns in its own way
I in mine
earth the consistency of departures
turning leaf
the consistency
of departures
with autumn ripeness
a redness quickens the sky
from its lethargy
cicadas
ever-static music
of the spheres
a cicada filling out its isness
deep valley
forest trees today
sound of the sea
the blueness
of a colourless sky
it was legendary
training wheels for the inso(mno)lence of being
a rebel
made godless I deify
my self
Lenten fast
I dwelt on nothing
while light changed
autumn noon
the present warms
to me
an embryo
vibrant in the silence
of her eyes
a cortege in the wake of her corsage
'what is truth'?
a journalist kneels
in his desert
no-go zone no flies on him
as sleep comes the fly
between chopsticks the fly
after all eggs to lay the fly
in the food-court all are the fly
sometimes verb mostly noun the fly
his name born in flight the fly
the fly is patient with your vanity
waiting on a clock time flies
eyeing the ointment the fly
in summer wind the fly blown
remembering Issa the fly
at prayer time the fly
six carcasses in search of a fly
breaking down the issue a fly
before and after love the fly
speeding through the flight of the bumblebee the fly
giving life to the feast the fly
a fly interrupts the music of the spheres
testing wanton boys the fly
no flies on him the fly
splatted in his own reflection the fly
the fly doesn't believe in swat
to fly or not to fly the fly
in flight announcements from the fly
the fly lays down the last words
dotting an i the fly
the fly takes joy from our sorrow
in communing on the dead the fly knows
switched to flight mode the fly's cells
the fly mops up after a drone
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