easing dark from home
fall slow, low light, that time may
freeze ‘neath my pencil.

products of night read at dawn,
words already alien.

my path follows afternoon deep, where
memory reversed in graphite treads.


i evacuate
with decay in tiny sparks
a beige doldrum day.

from prolonged deprivation
wrought dreams of detail emerge.

let them propagate.
pull a screen before bare walls
to etch life upon.

roads, written in grey glitter
draw deceitful exits home.

dew, grass, underfoot,
a live landscape killed by words.
written in grey lines.

give sleep to sprawl midmorning,
through puddles consuming cars.

grey lead draws onto
blank pages, intricacy that
lays fallow in grog.

sunlight through belaboured dust
blown from these leaves by movement

falls endlessly on
endless rooftops and collars
where i find my stride.

ends, alleys, brown afternoons,
post offices, sweatpants, blinds.

wayne, dinner alone.
breakfast alone. lunch alone,
parking. fort meyers.

median, fence, gate, alcove.
horizon bound between walls.

redundant routes etched incremental
bits that quell the fire of my minds tongue.

burn in slender grey traces across
bleached pastures emptied of history.

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