Writing

Marigolds

Into the orange smooth she dove
and trilled soft the petals at her side.

Heave onto a bicycle the trilling
and the soft and the orange
a great mass of undulating leg.

Heart Chambers

this mind, an echo of mirrors

a crimson carpet upon the plush
the plump robin redbreast
breastbeat, beat of colours
thrust of wings winging
up up pump pump
this mind an echo on the red

close the hatch on the well of birds
close the crimson, close the red

Joshua’s Song

O song of indifference
O song of curly, brawny indifference
I fit my body to your sides
Blacken myself like tar
Ply my song:
Whimsy into trust.