fingering a moment’s moment
steam clears and spells dream
the same dream’s breath
that mists the window where
a finger writes yes
followed by an emoji
as real tears blink
taking it all in
two eyes a nose a smile follow
but the moment has gone to work
for there is work to do on this
and it could take all day
and we only have this moment
that statue you
that statue of me
that will never be
what pose what prose
would it be
that said
‘he did this’
or that of me for
he believed his plinth was finished
but time had over-stepped the mark
the scattered pigeons returned to base
it appears that shit happens prosaically
Schrödinger's question
Schrödinger's dog
is dreaming about
Schrödinger's cat
is dreaming about
Schrödinger's dog
would you have to wake both
to ascertain who fell asleep first
you or the question
that is one cat and dog of a tail
the kiss
as they kiss
long under the racing moon
the world could go to hell
for it had gone to hell
all the far away moons had clouded over
a shiver came on a wind
from somewhere far away
a light came on and went out
came on and went out
as their kiss went on for ever
breakfasting on march
you can count on daffodils
all the fingers of a spring’s day
nodding through the passings
the illuminating of a sunbeam
by a mirage of midges
up down and the certainty of
the vermillion of the hellebores
under the skirts of a hedge
the knowing of a real morning
the ptosis of an early feast with
a year still wet behind the ears
dew i do love you when you return like this
with your promises of another kiss
under the apple with me
oh my word
words can gang up on a word
until that word tops a mountain
other words are swept away
in the flood of its reign
supreme is the word that other words stream around
the wind that turns the page
whispers that word over and over
the thesaurus weeps blood
it is heart-stopping
scars
stop grizzling
or so help me
you’ll feel the back of my hand
a scar from the past
on skin’s bark laid bare
dragging winsomely
this one does share
all the ages of my time
