23 April 2013
original included background image
compline (déjà vu)
edited winter only the sharp
days remain, the mild the
insignificant the sodden
deleted
I have to kill you winter
your short skirts torment me
I can’t sleep through you
or between
you draw a circle round me,
I can’t escape
your scissors
or your fall
in the kitchen
it’s a tighter dharma, outside
tomorrow's road kill
browses sky