Every day of you
in light and dark
to want you
possess you
get under all that is not you
contort you
engrained
like love is hunger
wander
all over you
throw you
catch you
ballerina
wander
all over you
like a beggar
to know you
toes to crown



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Recoil

I go back, imaginatively, shrug my shoulders
remember the mistral, get lost in memories
of Canada, thrashing in Canada. Queer
crops swamp my desk, tarnish pages
the log of my travels. A caravan hired
like a courtesan, beside the parkhouse
long-tails chatter on juggernauts
bucklews mill in flocks, feel
the rhythm – meaningless
corpuscles, ravaged
charmless

My wish list – a joke, sixpence worth
of tramping sands, lessons
seared and deep-scarred like a seaside pier
holy, like the riotous wallop of waves
crashing


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