outside in the cold distance
the wind begins to
howl
we feed on moonlight
and scraps of lyrics
from ripped out pages:
follow the lawless
slam our poems
hard, against the
bedroom wall, porcelain
geese fly off an adjacent wall
men in blue with tasers
and truncheons circle out
the back, behind the colour-bond fence
they're calling out your name
the cracks in the plasterboard
make graffiti of all our words
the words we lose
those we howl
either way outside
in the cold distance
the wind begins to howl
we try to sleep
feasting on moonlight
lawless lyrics
more kisses,
stolen
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DeleteThe same two riders
fast approaching
still no closer
than an hour ago
time moves space
the cold winds
begin to howl
the hour’s impatient
a good chance
I’m going backwards
no reason to get excited
Love it - the brevity of it packs a punch. Good tip to myself in rewriting this one :)
Deletealways have to steal them from you
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