eyes dry with heat
where was the poetry today?
old in the night with boring words like fatigue hanging around and
the dark throws soft ashes of breeze
cool and surprising
night is new again and skin has appetite
i look for terms in the small hours that
won't leave me cringed and awkward with cliche
the rain pretends to start
brings
just enough damp to tease relief
up rises sweat humid sheets
a likely cover for unsleep.
ReplyDeleteah dear Gillian
& better late than never
there's no cliché there
embrace your cliche
ReplyDeleterun with it
bring it back to life
Oh I don;t know anymore
ReplyDeletea cliche has two long ears
that hare in the grass
waits for someone's singing