before she reaches

the end of a thought

there had been no one she could speak of

working with the dead 

as she was

the shortened firearms still daunting 

unrelated matters notwithstanding

mischievous mispronunciation 

is acceptable now

to some this is fucking unbelievable

whatever happened to 

worship of the form

a roving eye on the oncoming storm

revealing the antidotes to heartbreak are

leaves shaken from rakes

curled and ready for war

ice cubes embrace a fever sore

blistered from revealing more thinking

a quite extraordinary skill

like a mayfly alarmed by less than a breath

when the "l" in "salmon" offers regret 

pouring over ancient scrawls

hand drawn revelations

burnt and wounded innovation

stumbling through the crowded malls of excess and delusion

the builder answered her confusion

our suffocated nation

our panic in time

our forced equivocation

our memory’s rhyme

when he could never bring himself

to a semicolon

smaller than the rhyme

 

7.25.25 nyc

PHOTO: Tim Tapling 

Reprise : Millers Quay : Birkenhead : Wirral : 30:Jul:2025.