Confectionery Clutching the oil of peppermintand green food colouringI run up the road to my friend’s house –her Mum puts two stoolsnext to the table so we are tall enough to sievea flurry of icing sugarstraight on to the formica with the addition of waterit turns as glossyas a rink without blades giddy with the scentwe…
a cheeping beak breaks forth
scenting balmy air:
swirls of hyacinths waft
in warm, hour-less days –
I felt autumn and you weren’t in it
Blood orange, the pith and peel of it,
sluicing into nails and the cuts
I hadn’t known were there.
How many fried eggs do I have to eat to heal these broken bones?
last night i carved open
a tree in the yard and
at the centre of the
trunk was a small
The trees are prettier this time of year, limp—
gowned in sweet milk stuck to our tongues.
It was the temperamental radio,
the cats with full bellies,
the hilarious stench of fuel
I try bleaching the sun
using liquid soda crystals
but the sky turns yellow too
breathe and /hold
lungs and belly
moon balloon full
the slow inflections of the wind
where rivers run like scars.
The moon hangs quietly
in the blackened air, halved and emptied, decaying since dusk
Here lie abandoned gyro crusts and Bundt cake crumbs.
Your fingers shine with olive oil grease