i leave you

unconscious clocks

footsteps that follow

nowhere, i

leave you

receipt of his last

gaze, lovers in faded

letters curl and

cease to be flames

the acorn

will not

return to

bough

or bee

to that

cafe

empty flower

those thumbprints that envelope time and its diary of crimes soak and drown in a bathtub’s wet and foam

its ink

bleeds

pleasantly

out, words become streams

let sorrow undo

its tree, those roots

of, hooray that thirst

diminishes, its gilded world piles into rubble and finishes

a figure in its

fugue wades out

into dusk where

black dew is starting to stick

and water fattened

with rain shrieks-

faster tearing at the

blades and homes of holes

pace on by whilst the

moon creaks on over

daubing its paleness

making everything paler

i watch when atoms

fall from their parts,

when love dismantles

like this, closeness departs

over like an arch, or a

suitcase passed up into

the attic, someone’s leaving

thru the dust of their past

that horizon where the

sun sets its prayers, my

route to silence my heart

full of proud autumn oxides

goodbyes simply rusts, feint

in going, forgotten grey roses

and those written cards that

entwine them, thrown

the end of hours isn’t, i

left you, let breezes gather

leafy treasures and take them

by their chlorophyll dresses

do not slope the path

backwards or knit the

fragments into a healed

looking glass, we are all

old colours, trying to re-mend

yesterdays, where a minute

collapses there to be unspoken,

conscious of all clocks that waste