lingers - with Kevin Gillam
Submitted by antipoet on Sat, 29/11/2014 - 19:32
it’s a dangerous light near the surface. is-
lands. drawn out silence. and like sails in my hands.
prints finger across the brown disconnect of sinew
his boldness saliva in fencepost diatribe, measure
these habits. frail spring afternoon. does not meet
my eyes. gnarled. netted with shadows. a mess of
negative procession, a progression of drive-thru
meaning. droplets on geraldton wax (chamelaucium)
ripples. the ebb, forecast of loss. using my
own words. hands twitching the jetsam. Verticals
