C a t a p h i l e

the wall
the ceiling
the floor

our lives are a moult

close your mind
to time
history is an essence
like sunshine
and perfume

this echo
held in your heart
like a scribe tool
the keylatch
sound wave

press on fool

feelings immersed
drenched down
walls
the summer rains
turned to rusting
autumn
tumbling
the naked expression
of wind shorn limbs

Auburn

brisk diver
nipped me
that smooth
warm inscisor

the stacks of plates
the rouge iron
behind the fence
hasty fare thee's

We stare into carbide
futures
bitten
twice smitten
with that pain
scarred no where land

October bruised sky
fumbling
for thoughts

I turn another corner
lost

push on
there will be no end
just the rest

this heaviness
a cold fire dream
like winter ice

I shall

remember you