chasing yesterday, now can never be



morning has the

gleam of old chrome,

hedgerows

drenched with

illustrated snares


why don’t you catch

me there

amongst the

aphid dead?

undo the pages -


i won’t offer


stood up to the neck

with yesterday’s dusk

heckled by impatient

breezes,

chasing their fingerprints


i want all over


the morning of

another archive,

grey hedgerows

persist with

glistened murder


traces emerge snowdrop phantoms


edges where

voltages quicken,

hedgerows laced

with loneliness, bring

out their theatrical dead


the buds i thought were spring proceed with rust


morning brings

me no further.

hedgerows are

pure empty

no bee would fumble over


put time under


won’t this minute

be over soon?

i hate all clocks

their passion for wasting,

taking me atom by

atom


i’ve worsened thru’

daylight, only sleep

has the empire

i roam, how i

stride it well


almost submerged

from day lit self

chasing itself into

corpses


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