Thursday, 20 September 2012

Autumnal

Autumn enters left stage with sharp teeth and shiny pennies.

An upturned copper coin: heads and tails and nobody loses.

Remember that word hibernate, remember the h you breathe
out and your breath a cloud of dust kicked up in the afternoon.

The sky kites freeze and crack like the wing of a dragon fly suspended in ice.

Let’s weave a cocoon of yak fur and alpaca and shack up together
until the seas round Manhattan turn to cubic zirconium.

Shack up and stay warm and crackle these tiny mind fires.

Paper gloves from the pages of books.

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