Insomniac Autumn

Pointed ashes   rain
Silences of autumn leaves dotting
The damp corpse of a road
Fear is a handful of dust
The midwife looks away
From you who births it

You  all

Mornings are ordinary places,
Bruised words fall onto the day
Coated in personal grime
                                                         in the window
A woman tells her lover the morning happened
You who house his soul in secret from him
Do you know about
Your shadow at morning striding behind you,
Your shadow at evening rising to   pass you by
He walks into the sun unto ages of ages
Naming himself with your love, among others
I, Carus!

In the window     two in the pale face of the street, crying

You all and your scabs

Turn the evening off look how it presses
Against the window
Hunger is a poetic practice for it
   cannot sleep

I close my eyes and the bruises of street voices lap against the ruined shores
Of my temples
Vertical noon splitting in half
Dead water of the day’s waiting

I love you now but for how long
The ceiling unanswered
Pair of eyes like feral night skies
In the train I think if I can ever say something to you

But if you turn off these eyes, mine
I will give away everyone
Put a full stop in it, this evening
In the temple bruised with personal grime
Autumn leaves

You all