SIMPLY BY SAILING

IN A NEW DIRECTION

A net of names

drops into the illiterate sea.
MY PRIVATE MISSILE CRISIS	28.03.10

Twice miss the mark by seconds.

Quivering nights await
The mechanic says my engine

Is easily fixed

Ignition falters three times,
Mark the miss

by years
SNOWY STREETS

SILENCE IN SNOWY STREETS

The footprints were black as tarmac,

somehow withholding the light

which otherwise streamed across
LOKI

I feel the leg hairs of ants on my temples

and they knock

and wait for someone to open the door,
but there is no doorman

in strangling suit of blue

or maroon, or some tertiary
before dawn

even flowers

are grey

BEYOND BLACK & WHITE