Friday, 6 April 2018

first narcissi



first narcissi
Persephone walks out of
the underground station

first published in Presence, April 2018



late goldenrod
the summer stretches
like a lazy cat

first published in Presence, April 2018



Sybil

You won’t die but you’ll be older and older, Sybil. You’ll shrink with time which will shrink, too. Sweat and tears will evaporate. Body fluids will flow away. Fat will be burnt without smoke or fire. You’ll become light and dry. I’ll push you into the bottle like a cork. I’ll put my ear to the neck of the bottle to hear what you still have to drone about the future.

winter twilight
a grey-haired man lights a fag
from the grave candle

first published in Presence, April 2018


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