Warnings

We taste smoke in the air

and the sun

is a yellow red

blood clot.

Rumours

gather

a rainless storm

burgeoning

pushing into

our shoulders

stumbling the conversation

over uneven reassurances

The CFA blasts

past

a smear of red

a blare of portent

against the unease

You are sorting photos

memories spill

from your fingers

to fan the floor

in faded brilliant

colour or

black and white

diffusions.

Watching the warning

web site

refresh

an auto action

carried out by

fingers and fear

The list of flames

licks the page

in

the flicker of

the monitor glow

Our fingers run

gunning to keep ahead

of thought

wild fire

burning words

leaping just behind consciousness

Struggle

She was wrought

silvered hair

golden fading skin

a broach

hooked through

my flesh.

I can write you

the soft wing beat

humming bird

in your throat.

A rune

Celtic myth

cavorts

upon your shoulder blade.

Yes

we are older

but not dead

not without the prickle

of pores opening

in invitation.

These thoughts

these days

disguised as impulse

writhe and spin.

Press my palm to your brow

and accept the joy

the shame

are you surprised?

how similar we are.

This

my poem

my distilled essence

a warming white wine

upon the bench.

Spill with me

let the taste be

a warning

Untitled

(For Kinglake)


There is only time
for one more
rushed
smear cheek
kiss


The sky is burning
and you are turning
indigo.

Leaving long shadow dancers
undulating against burgundy horizons
our feet
drip flame prints
into soft earth.

We try to out run
destiny
and rage
with tears
dying and drying
upon the wind.


The lavender
you watered each dawn
and dusk for 20 years
explodes
ember fairy's
cavorting upon the nights
tight lipped countenance
spark and arc
into spiraled firefly glow

The conflagration
bringing
submission
to eye lids
gummed closed



Holocaust
for farewell

Your rainbow is
strongly shaded indigo and
violet.

What is says about you: You
are a creative person. You appreciate cities, technology, and other
great things people have created. You are patient and will keep trying
to understand something until you've mastered it. Friends count on you
for being honest and insightful.

Find the colors of your
rainbow at spacefem.com.

Burn

said the earth

and we did.

Break out

Oh fuck it
come on baby
look this way
over the heads of the streaming
steaming sightless
over the mulling
fermentations
of yesterdays conversation

You will wear me
and I will
be neatly pressed and ready
for the morning
a soft sex
warming
your torso

The music is only just arising
a thrum between us
peeking above dying trees
and dead lawns

Feet tap
hands
those hands
of small demeanor
of less than large
of supple inclusion
slap lightly
hold gently
rock softly

Tilt your face to the left
and let us eat the sun

There is dancing
there is raving and discord
and no sense of
the impending
upending clutters
and stuttered whisper emergencies


We are right for this 8.38 am

the way you wear me

the way you let me fall

a pooled release at your feet