The same ones that serve me the
daybreak, over and over again.
Each morning, the god-awful dog at the gate.
Each morning, that petrol station and the card
With a busted magnet stripe or whatever it is that you call
that thing in English.
White teeth and howling.
Watch close enough, if you dare.
Maybe destiny reads in it's
Maybe our higher deities know why it never bites, though it
well could. With nothing to decode, nothing to fear.
Cocooned in discipline, until sun-down.
I want to read destiny in honest eyes.
Cocooned in discipline, until sun-down and the morning after, the one closing its jaws around what is soft on the outside and crispy on the inside.
- All the Good Faith
- Drawing Worry
- At a Breath's Pace
- Graceful Retreat
- Sink Teeth Here
- Minor Nuisance
- Especially by Stealth
- Look into Me