1. don’t look away
there was a quiet moment
when the clouds held the rain
there are no goldfish in the sky
teacup with a broken handle
on a lonely windowsill
filled with light
our actions define us
our words defy us
pieces of the past, jumbled puzzles
where we started was not the beginning
where we stop is not the end
the light that shatters the glass
the road is as along as it is, no longer, no shorter
no faster, no slower
no wider, no slimmer
do you love her more than you love me?
measuring the infinite
shucking off the past
the blue light lies soft on the horizon
how romantic were the lush colours dancing in time
how dry and cold the classic stone poised and still
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2. reconnoitre
reconnoitre the vine leaves
in lockstep becoming
papier-mâché bulldozers
For I sing and I love it and would give up everything for that
happenstance of brevity
the cold beauty of stares
revolving on marguerites
“take a stab at it”
said the man with the dagger
and the polished soul
shoes that fit no one’s feet
screwed into semblances
reduced to moth wings
seldom do the vectors smile
preferring perversion to agoraphobia
and ignorance to definitions
remember the closed doors
knobs are hostile to insurgents
remember the closed doors
locks and bars
secrets and indiscretions
remember the locked doors
the darkness entrapped
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3. blush
a blush is as good as a squint to a maneater
a bobcat with ratchet gears
for tears
forever and forever is an indication of never more
looking ahead looking behind
are the same
a ribbon of prose
crystal gardens of stolen ticks
a bland reunion of tocks
and somewhere love is left
like dust motes under the bed
swept into corners
vacuumed up on Sunday mornings
vapid and reproachful
the lees of emotion
trembling in teaspoons
the measurement of passions
the more
the less
ranking judging grading evaluating judging
how could I love more than I love now?
how indeed
the cold wind blows under winter doors
chilling the ankles
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