This falling debris is your life

Borage Flower by Yummifruitbat (Own work) [CC BY-SA 2.5 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.5)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons Accept This falling debris is your life; Too late to snap the hinge. Your children’s children will collect cast snakeskins along this route on which you will breathe your last Even with your eyes still open and your legs that drag on.Continue reading “This falling debris is your life”

The evening of score

By Kulmalukko (Own work) [CC BY 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0)%5D, Dead pigeon via Wikimedia Commons The evening of score You will stand at a window The clouds will part. A dead pigeon will fall down thud down at your feet. The day will turn. We now bar the exits. Cower. Plead. Waste your breath. — As mentionedContinue reading “The evening of score”

There was a first time

There will be a final page, the faded note and empty seats. One day the concert hall will be an office block and after that a hospital. Our hands at the serenade took home the note that fades. — It’s spring again. The blossomsĀ I wrote about last year came too early this year, even beforeContinue reading “There was a first time”