I was caught
In life's gentle hands
And flung upon the
Feverish world
Aching with passion

I can hear a wolf
Howling at the moon
Composing a symphony
Of whispers turned whimpers
Little shadows across the veil
with white capped teeth

Since I met you
I've been reading
my junk mail

I crossed the dent
Into an eye
Divided shutters
Open windows

My heart
is screaming
***** silence

Junction

I shelved you one morning
when the racketeers came for me
for the tangerine aubergine sky
for the olive garden
and toying with his dying myth he rose-
roses became thorns-  
he arrived at his junction of terror
with nothing left inside
and no sky left to hold.