& History

Winter

Biting flesh in dark alleys

& the pavement cold as clutching hands

home travel & suppers

meals & suburban feeds

tormented nostrils of the streets.

We shudder home

in jackets weighty

to some colour for our skins

from these colourless gases alighted in night

our hands rub in heat

our kitchens abright.

& our worn young hearts shall brim.


Waking

The walls are white

the light is thin

like the skin stretched over my bones

Theres a stain shrinking in my brain

the earth is accommodating

and it flies by

this shadow, who haunts me sweetly

its painless & light.

and kisses me in the night

so i let him crawl into my dreams

& paint pictures of another world

a fantasy fresco

alive in my body

touching my paper thoughts

re-writing them anew

and fulfilling echoes of requests

I once held tight.


Walking

I head away

into the streets

the mighty floors

are full of feet

and whether I

am sane or safe

Ill choose to walk

the slowest pace