contact,
no contact-
slip away
counting,
no counting-
not today
closer,
no closer-
giving way
trying,
not trying-
hard to say
packed bags
picking scabs
stood too still to stay
the past chimes
with future crimes
built from the same foray
echos, ripples, rivers, givers
words sunk between the current
life amuk arise good luck
the tide will ride the torrent
reflection,
no reflection-
it’s a sign
symbolic,
so symbolic-
of the time
thinking,
no more thinking-
no more mine
acting,
reinacting-
in the mind
swinging off the stars
breaking keys in locks
hanging from the bars
never sees but mocks
(resting with the rocks?)
swearing at the crowds
lurking on the street
lying on the ground
Harbour severed beat
easy,
far too easy-
to give in
harder,
so much harder-
to know when
softly,
slipping sofly-
to the kill
empty,
mostly empty-
for the fill
