Don't worry.
Don't let me make you forget...

Glazing at the nail-hard rain
from the front seat of my comatose...

The candle you lit on winter nights
has worn down to the wick. The crimson...

I try to imagine a vixen, in a field of snow,
with four purple mitts like membranes to her feet...

On Gleeson's hill, standing sentinel
overlooking the market town, an unraveling...

Nightingales nuance
morning melodies for those...

When did the hummingbird become mendacious?
Between the revelry I must have missed something...

We flit around the cobbled square
under the snow of moonlight...

This disposable camera
is ours, as long as it lasts...

Canary yellow
freckles of laburnum feud...

Ladybirds tiptoe
my fortune-wrinkled palm trails...

Be, be my side - just
strum my fingertips...