BEYOND BLACK & WHITE

1 October 2010

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

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