Your Mangroves have
Stars in their beards.
It’s clear to see.
Their Moment has come.
The Planet ducks its head and swivels.
Pewter.
Says the Sun.
An alligator breaks the scum of ice.
Steam.
Musk.
Keep still.
Watch your step.
There are balls of sleeping snakes.
Waiting to wake.
Vultures.
Spotting the sky.
Their descent to Earth is swift.
First Published by Jasper's Folly
Tastes like chicken but like everything else it’s not. The liver is Nagasaki. The lungs Hiroshima or Jesse James and Dear Old Death comes to us all but the quiver is fantastic. Like lips full of bees.
Sidemen crouch in stairwells. Waiting to make their move. Microphones hiss. Like snakes on the take. Parker crushes his smoke and Raises the Horn. This is a Gig Baby and the liquor is Top Shelf. Remem
The house smells of apples and hard cold water. Your dog whimpers in her dream chair. Rabbits pouring out of countless bushes. Easy pickings when you are still. Outside there are stars. Cold and brigh