darkness clings moving into it
May 2016
nothing
en-worded
in the flesh
deadened
low water laps
old terrors
moonlit dew
less than ever
a breath
night pain . . .
windows mist over
my soul
autumn night
I read myself deeper
into Buson
in autumn rain
an ancestral threnody
of belonging
nothing
overwhelmed with
more of it
deep night:
the heartbeat also
is mine
without light alone lingers
in time
flashes of night
unmooned
lightning:
words remain
unborn
night thunder . . .
ancestral bodies
warm me still
after a shit
how did my forebears
come clean?
failing light –
mine is the darkness
that shadows me
hippo poto
monstro sesquippedalio
phobia
in leaf tones
the warmth of company
all but gone
dark autumn –
decay deepens its hold
over me
birth of stars –
the sky means nothing
in seeming blue
autumn leaves
each day adazzle
in doubt
leafless now
a transplant seeks out
its roots
without the moon
I take a leaf out of
Basho's book
by candle-light
words fall further than
where we end
all at once
the rain
until now
forgotten
name be damned
the russet of leaves
in the wind
back to this
greenness bleeding
down each leaf
this –
our body
bled
without light alone lingers
