on entering a new book of poetry
the light fades
as the words start to glow
and then they too fade
the long night of the soul
but there is none
neither night nor soul
ok right
here comes the sun again
the wait for the hidden in the words
was worth the enthral
the easy cryptic crossword
has but one tricky clue
they never bury you naked do they
there is always a shroud
even in a box
i need to tell you now
look on me and avert not your eyes
here lies what’s his name
what’s the word for it
under sunken eyes
breathlessness writes
a voice with
one door one window one chair
one direction
many paths to the lectern
a scene stalls in a chapter
the soft page turns in the buff cover
warm in my hands
rubbed damp in eyes
a corner is turned down
i will you know
having written it
you hand those decisions to me
now where was you
for they are playing our song
