Riddle

 

I inhabit other’s

lives:

 

sea vista

empty room

 

lies travelling.

 

I turn in alleyway

ever glance behind

 

to road I didn’t

take.

 

The dead call out

to me

 

ask for flesh

on their story

 

eyes that lived

& loved,

 

need more than

half heard memory.

 

I dwell in other’s

minds,

 

while my own

floats free

 

like ignoble

hover bee

 

strictly

seasonal.

 

 

Five a.m. planes shuffle

push & slide as time

 

loops from my

fingertips:

 

you sleep in

another’s bed

 

head cradled

by the night

 

splash of sun

at dawn.

 

The children

concertina

 

riding their own

projectory,

 

& the sea is in

my thoughts

 

demands I shred

these London

 

days;

 

head for the horizon

where the whales

 

sing:

 

where the big dipper

signs my name

 

silently

in starlight.

 

 

 

 

 

After

 

Rose petals

crushed

 

in summer storm

 

earth returns

to loam.

 

You think I

don’t notice

 

pieces

of your heart

 

flesh & blood

shed for me.

 

You find me

cruel,

 

courtesy a slip

to disinterest;

 

I’m buying time

all mine:

 

none left for love

to cloy & burn

 

scoop out

my entrails.

 

I’m running free

fire poker red

 

waving

in the breeze

 

twice born

I vanish.