Under a Soup-Pot Sky
The clouds stewed
In a soup-pot sky, puffing
And sighing out songs
They’d been writing
All winter. The birds sunned
Themselves until their
Bodies shone sleek and black;
They woke up the melting sky
With the shock of
A thousand dark eyes. And
Our little flesh feet, they grew
Pink and scalding on
The hotplate pavement
As we danced and danced
To the tunes of the
Simmering sun.
Tomorrow
You wear your heart like a
Shroud of gold across your chest,
You cry so much and so long
When you smile, it makes the sun
Fall back alive and the moon ache.
Illuminating dirty alleys, you walk
Noiselessly along the noisy streets
Until you come to the green
Of the square, kneel and take up
Fresh dirt in your hands. Your ochre
Tears glow around the edges, they
Drop wildflower, settle down
Warm like 50 shades of yellow in the ground,
Planting themselves into a new
Tomorrow.
City of Lights
A silent blinking undulating mass
Amber beads of gold upon
A blackdark sea, up from the air
And downwards early-rising,
Soft as the ripple
From the mourning dove’s
Weary little wing. Blink, city, and glitter,
Shiver, darling, and swell —
Descend upon me in your golden madness
As I descend upon you with eyes
Gilded in the strange gems
Of your past.