beaux rêves
A spirit of stone
unripe and unmoving
a corpse of Magellan
alone and marooned
I wish and I sorrow
I want and I worry
I sucked out the marrow
but tomorrow’s still coming
The station in Heaven
claims many a sons
an engineer in wasting
my ticket is punched
Collapse on a sofa
its age starts with one
the cushions refurbished
the backs come undone
I stare at the ceiling
she came from above
mon chéri is waiting
my intention was love
manger
Never this hungry
but plenty to eat.
My appetite asks
and I answer.
I thank the cow
for her cheese,
the labourer
for his fruit,
the sun
for this hour.
What’s on the menu?
I require a planet,
but a heart will do.
voisin
your yellow window
lights my home
Thank You neighbour
I’m not alone
if day returns
Should I then rise
or take your turn
and hold up the skies
we laughed a lot
I cried too little
why did it stop
why am i brittle
can I be right
when all that’s left
is learning how
to live with myself.