Bait the Lines

the cat glides under my shadow   a cadaver-cold-nosed ankle balm her woollen tail sliding dark-ward  beckoning down or  sta...

then a sea breeze lays its bated teenage breath, upon the awning  of the morning rays; and to those yearning days, so bleared in ...

they’re abroad!  the moon boys, cold in the blue dusk flare,   sledging wide-eyed down the brazier nights, and, wrapped in that pri...

yesterday  is just behind the ridge behind you tomorrow  is just in front of the ridge in front of you spin around but you’ll n...

and if it did in gentle’s lightening hours,   chance upon the dewed bird’s early worm, and daisying with the dawn-eyed flowers,   ano...

there’s a park between sleep and hark where the serpent guile  is upon the surf of dreams  and sometimes dark and sometimes light...

sound the alarm the colour of sand he wanted it the colour of sand over and over he said he wanted it the colour of sand as he ...