cleothedog

watching the sky fade from pale to paler
            what if we had made a life together?
the trees ask their questions
shivering in the almost darkness

one lamp lit
moth dying under it
toasting its little damp wings
calm and crying

the metal base of the lamp
catches it

XVII.

Treat it more carefully
            what?
i said treat it more carefully

Amberdine looked at the bowl of waxy fruit
and the way the table cloth
hung there
limp and beautiful

off at work
he pioneers with his
pick axe
and comes home shouting
                I USED TO BE A BEAUTIFUL BABY

blood all down his front
raw meat in his hands

on the eve of the apocalypse
i will take you to where i know
there is one budding tree
            leaves now actually
i will take you there

1.1

each time i ask
              are we really going on with it?
this time
yes

              we can’t go through it like that though
that’s going about it
all the wrong way

a carlight glimmers in the mush

reflection of a windmill
            spinning very fast
in non-traditional shape of modern building’s window

how can the sun set so fast?
it must be heavy
in the sky