It was driving your girlfriend home
realised friendship is the ultimate boundary,
thirty-minute love affair on leather seats
would turn bluest skies to gravely grey
An unconditional birth
where firmament is flesh
and blood fuels the hearse
Leaving love inside empty hospital beds,
alert the nurse of repatriation
we will bring your body home
Sharing dreams with the devil
if we could kill that demon twice
my blade would make it thrice
In ectoplasm echoes
ghosts of overdoses
play scrabble on ouija boards,
undertake the language which we never spoke
Could first roses of summer
be the red you wished to paint
beach house of your imagination?
Words have always been
worn on my sleeve as open dictionary
paragraphs paraglide o’er my cemetery
Because the night…
As syllable saviour
as rain-wrecked redemption
as storm held within night’s guts
waiting to explode, tenderly,
into the dawn’s observatory
because the night,
as friends
holding each other still
Let me send cynics 30 pieces of silver
addressed to the living-dead,
without whom, for whom,
they scrape the beauty from life
Because the night…
