Waxy sporadic grass knitting the sand…A loudspeaker on a car proceeds slowly up the far quayand a wedge of sandpipers lifts in fright from the shore:The circus king is back for one last stand!Last performance of the season – tonight!His old gardening jacket hangs like a phantom behind the doorI have a febrile energy for […]
A loudspeaker on a car proceeds slowly up the far quay
Betwixt of January,
/ the year’s scantest trawl. The sharking ghost of Anne Boleyn
/
/ would raise a shrug. But my ghost would void…
Why do the houses stand
/ When they that built them are gone;
/ When remaineth even of one
/ That lived there and loved and…
Samtal i natten på verandan, cigaretternas
/ lysmaskar, vinet svart i glasen. Vi säger
/ ingenting just, inneslutna i den tystnad
/ som uppstår ur många…
