Snow sounded a warning
A compressed afternoon
Deafening whispers

Shone like rotten wood
My fingers
Sought shelter in your room

You ravaged
And like a vandal left too soon


Memories of pale lunar fictions,
Breasts, and leaves


Alone on a jetty
I was down the hill
An old and weary

Chasm of azure
Pierced by arrows
Stretching ropes from the steeples

Confound the plagues
Little drunken vigil


Memories of pale lunar fictions,
Breasts, and leaves