27 April 2012
[One last poem before bed. Sleep tight Opuss - Tomorrow I'll be going all Shakespeare on your ass...that and a minimalist piece about missing children. Sleep tight Kitty Kats.]
Zebra finches caught by bats in midnight elms wicker thin wings and things that crunch crack and cry, stalk softly, sneaky slung about in vermillion cloaks slow and speaking sly night tongues
Common cats’ browns turn silk coats redolent with slaughtered bugs an English tart’s clutch-bag into daggers, mink top collar drinking in the deep, creeping close
The neighbour’s dog knows blows trumpets, barking harsh at shadows melding on their garage door while bored, bad teens stick straights from upper floor windows, blinds up blinds down, nets closed, eyes drawn
J. x
Shadows Melding • Opuss № I