Wednesday, 25 September 2013

Fall

close
the door

it’s over

close
the windows, the sky
has spoiled

today is
tipped pitchers

drunken wasps
pirouette
to the floor

/

close
the door

tread bare
foot on
summer’s corpses

gargle umber
gargle ochre

stay till dusk
inside


/

close
the door

make a
flipbook of
fallen leaves

pages gathered
from
Gideon Bibles

/

close
the door

it’s warm here

close
to my skin, your skin
is toasty

we have
month
upon month

of teeth
below the sheets

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