~ ~ ~
between the legs
the bobbing lights of the harbour
be sploshing over your seat
how beautiful the mountain!
remnants of my story
like a whiplash
this unmemorable memory exists!
the thieves and the word
to be the flash
bones of god
the body quivers with the word
spider to the fly
horse gallops on post-haste
a chain for his watch
dead at last
‘brother’
over the eyes
and this mirror
jade or alabaster
ye-ah-ah-ee…
the essence of his teaching
bathed in tears
another woman?
no longer
too late now
the corrupted poem: fsk
letter to a mummy
