glacial
calving
from the glacier of care
speeding away from the
sloe-blue flow my soul
nine tenths below the level
seen to be required to be normal
what weight of truth is this
that weighs down upright
for the heart melts slowly
in the sea of gone
we are gone
we have done it
melted away
together
it’s snow good
the thing with snow
is you never know
if it’s going to slow
down
it comes down
and down and down
and down
dusk and
dusk and
the black lightening
of tree branches
slowly slowly
eaten by the darkness
until stars twinkle
and we are moved
for if we move
the branches are still there
sometimes the moon
racing through the clouds
but that is another story
for another night
my love
erratically
bad dream erratically
they were chasing Zelensky in his little car
he had been stabbed in the back
and the car was filling up with water
he also had a small blood-stained dagger
not much air left
when i woke up
but i don’t think we have
it might work
the works ate them
and they loved the heat
in their bellies
they talked of men
for they were the men
who worked the works
in the melt
they moulded each other
in the smoke they believed
they went home
to houses above the works
and looked down
from the slag tops
their thoughts tumbled down
bottomless
it was
they thought
how heavy tomorrow is
yesterday underfoot
the horizon a brew steeping
sips is all we have
4am
ungodly hour
empty of thought
full of dread
shelved
corner turned down
in the book of life
question
how many more pages
before the end is revealed
it was light when i started reading
as the sun went down
before soon said
another dawn
again the question
remained unanswered
