i like that you give me

your guts

and your bones

mist rising in the valley

grey  g a u z e

pierced by dark green

he
fell

in love

of that
i'm sure

but

with

himself!

i'm out the door

your eyes have gone
now without sight
i walk alone
in this
the night

everything looks washed

battered

hung out to dry

rain

falls

from a sour sky

what could i do but run

that one poem

the morning
moon

a
thin
pale
ghost

we spend our lives
standing still
and even the dead
stay dead

s e a f o g s h r o u d e d


                waves
frozen                  


                                te
                              a
                             l
                          d                          
misty           un
           hills

I have known you
but a day
and already
we have a past

i look at myself
and see
someone else
which one
is me

you is not me

i tried to be we

we is not me

you saw

i not see

on tree branch
bare

there sits

a bird

with song
as
sweet

as ever heard

just be
you


dont
think about
who
that
is