Today my lace curtain
is made of snow – through the gaps
the grey sky peeps.
my street is sodium-lit
gold and black the tarmac
and double-parked cars, its crockets
stretched over tightly
held twitching she manages
a smile
held twitching she manages
a smile
Chill shadows capture
full clad trees upon the ground—
bare branches catch the sun.
evaporating,
vapour trail leaves behind glyphs
ephemeral
the drawer sticks
slamming it hard and swearing
fist to forehead
the day breaks
churning another cup a
piss and vinegar
slamming it hard and swearing
fist to forehead
the day breaks
churning another cup a
piss and vinegar
little marmalade
cat- sits swaying by the door
listening to the wind
cat- sits swaying by the door
listening to the wind
Ladybug, ladybug! You
crawl across my December.
Shouldn't you be dead?
crawl across my December.
Shouldn't you be dead?
The curve of her hip...
three freckles triangulate
southward like small stars.
three freckles triangulate
southward like small stars.
