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