as eyes seize it
walk talk to trees
but to which one i ask for
all are whispering
look pussy cat
isn’t the news terrible
- purr purr
a new year
and the spiders are back
- patience patience
the poet raped the muse
it was too late
for the moment had passed
and might never return
petals fall
the river runs away
chortling
in the room
dishwasher sounds
in the womb
thoughts condense
in the mind’s cooling towers
running around
expounding the quietude
of a deep breath
rising wind
orange sky
prick!
it’s a bramble
i intone
corner seat
the retired mathematician
still doing his sums