men live to mother my breeze

for taut bloom

and lip, a boy’s porcelain poetry

                             wrapped in leafy necklace, after

the heart a curious

                                   tree, slow roots of mutations

growing through the net, the end

got us trapped by forest, or

                                           your thoughts of, tide

                                         creeping up on us

                                       a belly full of wings,

                                     the fire’s out/side but

                                   only one has the potential for opus

                                                                         by impulse my eyes find

                                                            the horizon

 

                                 it resists, always tentative

                               dislocates the mind

from a vision

like puzzles, they peel

and reveal fragments—a disjointed prettiness

cataloguing is a way of mapping

out desire, out fire

​                 out  ​ ​ ​ ​ ​                               desire

 

              a head like a wave, an expression of storm

              and the shepherd or the magnet, that

              bold white lie refracted into lime

              into lavender, two halos close enough

              for difference or for half of sight

 

the self is corroding

                                     in the margins, too far

now from the halfway                point

                                   the sun flickers in the dusk’s

               hauling

            there is a threat—a possible

decadence of colours, the beginning

of extinction breaches the frame:

arise, deep shapes, frantic female

concave man

 

when he drifts off

                                  I stay in the open, distorted

by dappled scribbles of light

 

(2013)