7/28/2019 Into a Time the Colour of Hamlet

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Into a time the colour of Hamlet.

Adieu defeated light,

farewell dangerous leaves;

let silent foes night-dream,

let them clatterto fill the vacuum,

as distant stars

defeat hope.

Clouds drift,

a hand trails across the bed,

the way a leaf slides along concrete,

outside the drawn, quartered, window

old men and women,

water precise gardens,

sleep in little rowsneat as Noddys street.

An empty page

flutters for redemption

a voice utters hoarse recital;

moon hears not the plea,

Muse sleeps in thorny bower,

Trickster shadows play at inspiration,

cause nib to scratch at white paper -

as useful as childhood hands

at summers mosquito bites.

Voices, faces, December memories -

carnival of lights

glittering Jesus Saves! -

knowing he does no such thing,

not in these moments,

not to these words.

Weight, waves,

sounds, ripples,gratuitous music;

scared bodies make whoopee -

churn milk into rancid butter.

Sleep, a net,

particles of skin, the fish,

redemption, a cells unique ability

to reinvent itself

so that every seven years

we pretend to be someone different.