Tuesday, January 31, 2012

It's the last day of everything

It’s the last day of everything
Summer has crept out the back door
Words taste salty on my tongue

The baby has woken a song
His hands found the words hiding
in their shape like a diamond

In the sky light is fleeting shadows pass
Laundry flaps on the line the end
Of the world and nothing is dry

Now I think about it nothing
Ever dried not completely you
Can’t enter the sleeve for dampness

The time for drying is done
In this peeling wooden house at
The fierce edge of disappointment

Things that will not end well include
The unrisen cake the fridge left open
This mineral poem

Words taste salty on my tongue
It’s the last day of everything
I don’t know what memory is for

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