Cotton Books

Cotton Books

body-bed-body torturous
he read for hours
until the night feeling & bedsheets
undisturbed
more than a form
& the long-dead

Sul Serio

Sul Serio

I had a friend
who used to inject
ink straight
into his arteries
black tracks
running up his arms;

River Desire

River Desire

creations bare bones
now fresh frost curves nudity
living silken suit
sky heaves as life leaves
tense and laboured atmosphere
ice rolls and rises

Kingfisher III

Kingfisher III

I am too weak now
to push the broken shells
away from my bed
so I sleep
in the bodies of our children
& dream of what they could have been