any loves? more sorrows/
succinct & left. of dulled exuberance
and heart-break. can there any
more? any further? pretty maquette
of a love. & over & over. cigarettes
and bells only so. only soft dulling. battles
left, genocide lonely. saint of lost
causes and causeways. only so onward.
weary prophet, your dreams;
highly spurious cathedrals.
- horizon off & calling
come back my darling come
back. curled & shut curtain lonely. if
it came to that. so hurt as wastelands
& etc. my name- according to
the postcards - pure pearl! come back my
love my love. gaps you know
\ beckon. & the sweeping winds as
'toujour avec toujour' flung hand in the
morning warm-hearted. muted silver
ring, sung-under. the high rooms are dockyard
cold as no hollowed sheets. to
reinscribe, remake with fists
& hatred. yes my hair is like a mattress
spread out & pooled
if i could sing you back i would
o my blue-boy, hold me
things have heavy
& the peonies
yes you have left and will not be returned.
i know all these things
ten thousand times over
& ten thousand miles before.
this time/this place the
woozy light of day. clear-eyed
to the; a masterly
balancing act - hopping & such
that shift of light, sky-up
slight touch of hand but, oh so!
& could you bring some milk, do you think?
your high heart here/kind-of
cantilever to the daylight.
It has been long
& will be. Over
& weighted now/ for you
a mocking bird, this
morning/ today i am done-in
no surprise. no comfort &
a mocking bird, for you,
my darling. all these worries
& tense hands. long, long
it shall be long! as ever! & now
might snap, or has done
© Catherine Taylor 2006